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jdoa1 5469 days ago on all

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My Loving Mother

iwant_gf 5469 days ago on Incest Stories

I am a small 16 year old kid. My mom is in her mid 40's and is descently attractive. She has very big tits and is in great shape. I have fantisized about her for the last year or so, but she has no idea I am attracted to her. The following story is 100% true. Every word and action actually did happen.

Well I turned 16 several months ago and my mom has been teaching me how to drive. We have grown closer because of this and, also, my dad just got a new job and travels a lot, so we spend a descent amount of time together.

It all started one Sunday a couple of weeks ago. We are big Steeler fans, so we were watching the game. It was just me and my mom. I was already sitting down on the couch when she came and sat next to

me, rubbing up against me a little. I got pretty turned on. She had on these really tight jeans and a sexy black top that showed a lot of cleavage. After the game, she put her hand on my leg and asked me how school was going. I said, "pretty good, but my grades are kinda low right now." She said, "Aw. You better get those up." I don't remember what she said next because I was fixed on her hand moving up and down my thigh. I had on thin basketball shorts, so I could feel her hand and started to get hard. Within minutes, she noticed. "Jake! Are you getting excited because I am touching you?!?" I put my head down in embarassment and mumbled "Sorry mom." What happened next shocked me.

Suddenly, my mom stradled my lap and looked me in the eyes and said, "Good." I was stunned and just sat there staring at her. She said, "Don't be scared. I know you want me." I just nodded and put my hands on her ass. She said, "Ooh thats it" and leaned in to make out with me. Her sexy lips pressed onto mine and her tongue slid into my mouth. She was holding the back off my head and pulled as close as she possibly could; her huge tits squeezed against my chest. She started moaning a little and shifting around as we kissed. The thought of making out with my mom was amazing. She kept pressing harder and harder on my lips and her tongue was going crazy. She suddenly stopped got up. She grabbed my hand and lead me to her room. When we got there, she pushed me against her bed and started to make out with me again, and then started kissing my neck. She said, "How much do you want me?" with a smile. I said "Mom, I want you so much. Please fuck me." She smiled again and kissed me. She pulled off my shorts and boxers and started rubbing my throbbing cock. I couldn't believe it. It was the best feeling ever. I was leaning against the bed and she was squating down close to my dick. Then, it happened. She put it in her mouth. My own mother was now sucking my cock. She kept saying "You like that." with a smile. Now, I could see her sexy black thong sticking out of her jeans. I wanted her so bad. I smacked her ass and she shouted, "Fuck yeah." My whole cock was in her mouth and her tongue was wrapped around it. Then, she deep throated it. She gagged on it, but kept doing it. After a couple minutes a blew a huge load in her mouth. She drank it all and licked up the rest. She asked, "Do you wanna see my tits?" My eyes got huge and I said "Yeah!" and she pulled down her top. I felt them and then sucked on them. I kissed her nipples and licked them. She then slid off her pants and I got a look at her beautiful shaved pussy. She got really close to me and whispered in my ear, "Fuck me."

After she said that, I threw her on the bed and fucked her. She screamed at first and started to breath heavily. I shoved my cock in and out as hard as I possibly could. My cock when all the way in and then I would pull it almost all the way out. After about 10 minutes, she started to scream really loud and moaned. I felt her cum and it was amazing. Then I knew it was ok for me to cum, so I exploded all inside her.

After this i laid down on the bed beside her. She crawled on top of me and said "Thanks sexy." And kissed me. It was the best day of my life.

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One Wild Night At The Club

bballgod15 5469 days ago on Sex Stories

This is my first attempt at a real story. I have never taken a writing course except for the basics in high school. Please make suggestions, comments and anything else you can think of. It would be greatly appreciated and helpful. Thank you very much and enjoy.

Prelude:
It is our six month anniversary. I arrive at your house to pick you up at your house at 6 PM. I bring you a dozen tulips and a box of chocolate. For our planned date I take you to dinner and a movie. Once the movie is over you request that we drive to the hottest new club in town. You are wearing a black skirt with a white t-shirt and a pair of four inch black high heels. I am wearing a pair of dark blue jeans accompanied by a brown leather belt and b

rown leather dress shoes. For a shirt I am wearing a green long sleeve button down knit casual shirt. I buy us a few drinks and we sit and talk a little before you grab me back the hand and lead me out onto the dance floor.

One Wild Night:
We are dancing in the center of the dance floor surrounded by a crowd of people. You and I are dancing face to face with your arms stretched up and behind my head and my hands resting on your waist. While swaying in motion with the music I pull you closer to me so that our bodies are pressed tightly against each others, so close in fact that you can feel my chest heaving up and down as my breathing deepens. As I pull you closer to me you shift your body so that you are straddling my leg and grinding slowly into it while running your fingers through my hair. Very subtly you quickly reach back and grasp my hand and slide it from the middle of your back down to your firm back side.

Now we are dancing so close that there is no space between us at all, our bodies moving as one to the beat of the music. You lean your head back and can feel my hot breath on your neck. Still shaking your body against mine you lay your head back down onto my shoulder, right next to my ear, letting a hushed moan escape your lips making sure that it is just loud enough for me to hear and no one else. I dare not move for fear of interrupting you. Steadily your movements start to become more purposeful. With you rotating your hips harder than ever into my leg I decide to stop moving for fear that I would just hinder you in your attempt to reach your goal. Suddenly you dig your nails into the back of my scalp as at long last I feel your body spasm against mine. In an effort to keep from screaming you bite down on my shoulder as your orgasm pulsates throughout your entire body.

I embrace you there for a minute or two letting you catch your breath enough so that no one will notice that anything out of the ordinary has happened. Then, to help make sure that to not draw attention to why we are no longer moving, I turn you around letting you lean your body back against mine while I move in rhythm to the sounds of the song playing in the club. Leaning against me all you can do is clutch at my jeans with your hands and stand there gasping slightly for air. After a few minutes pass you regain your composure enough to dance again. As we are twisting to the beat this time, though, you notice something pressing into your back side. Slyly you reach your hand back and feel around for the source of pressure. Slowly your fingers cross over the spot and you are shocked to find that it's my erect penis you are feeling against your back side. Hastily you turn your neck slightly giving me the tiniest wink letting me know that you are thrilled with what you have discovered. You begin to dance once more, but not like before. Now the movements are all in your hips and waist. You are sliding your body side to side then dropping to the flooring and slowly rising back up my body while maintain at all times close contact with me. As you slide back up my body I extend my hands out in front of you and allow my hands to run over your breasts and stomach and rest them on your hips. Five minutes tick by with us just repeating the same thing continuously. You are really working hard, pressing your back side into my pelvis as hard as humanly possible without knocking me over. Unexpectedly I grab your hips and pull you hard back into me and hold you stationary against my body. Even through the jeans and skirt you can feel my penis pulsating with my release.

Waiting for me to loosen my grip on your waist you just stand there until you feel it is safe to start to shake some more. This time you take is easier giving me time to recover. Slowly I start to pick up the rhythm, dancing in unison with you again in the middle of the floor. No one around us is aware that both of us have reached the peak in the past ten minute’s time with all of them standing around us. Finally the moment you have been anticipating arrives and you feel the familiar bulge pressing against you from behind once more. Suddenly you turn and grab it with a glint in your eye. "Let’s get out of here", you say very quickly leaving me with a bewildered look on my face. Eagerly grabbing me by the hand you lead me swiftly out the door of the club into the gathering darkness of the night.

You are walking quickly from the club towards the apparently vacant parking lot, almost running to the car with me marching quickly at your heels in an attempt to keep up. We reach the car but I notice that you have gone to the driver’s side door along with me. Just as I am about to ask what's going on, you spin around and bed over with your hind quarters pointed towards me. Standing there shocked, I watch breathlessly as you reach up and slide your panties down your legs and off over your heels, the whole time providing me with a complete view of your now bare back side sticking out in the chilly night air. I glance around to check that the parking lot is deserted before once more focusing all my attention on you. You straighten up and turn to me pressing the soaking wet pink boyshort panties into my chest while muttering, "you did this to me". Kissing me full on the lips you tell me with an urgent tone in your voice, "Get in". Obediently I open the door and sit down on the driver’s side seat. As I reach back to close the door but you stop me and hang on to it shake your head. You are standing there staring at me with a strange, almost hungry look in your eyes. Aggressively you tell me to, "Pull it out". Immediately I undo my belt and pants zipper and then pull my stiff penis through the slit in my boxers. Ducking down you climb into the car on the drives side with me and straddle me. Displaying your flexibility you take your right leg and place it over my left shoulder and put the left foot and leg onto the passenger side seat. You position your body to your left so that I can maintain a clear view of the road. "Enter me now", you command. Not wanting to argue or blow my shot at something potentially spectacular I fully lift your body with my left arm only and position my penis underneath you while slowly lowering you down on top it. With a shudder from your body I slip inside of you. We stay like that for a moment with each of us getting you to the sensation. Then you direct me to take you back to my place. "Like this?” I ask, staring at you in disbelief.

While nodding your head yes I put the car in gear and start to back up out of our parking spot. As we pull out of the parking lot we bounce over a pot hole and you let out a moan of pleasure as I feel a jolt of ecstasy deep in my stomach. Already I can tell that I should make this drive home take as long as possible. Rolling along the street streams of headlights pass us light luminous insects eyes in the black night while I keep a close eye out for pot holes. Each time I see one I eagerly speed up causing both of us to bounce and jerk with the movement of the car. Very slowly we are making our way home. Taking side street after side street I try to prolong this as long as I can. As we are in the car you are no longer trying to hide your pleasure. Grabbing at my hair once again you are screaming with every bump, turn and shake of the car. Nearing home you begin to grind into me. I can tell that your moment is about to burst. While I am trying to plan it for just the right moment we pull onto my street and you are nearly there, breathing hard, unable to even moan you are gasping for air so badly. Suddenly I accelerate the car until we are going nearly 50 MPH. I hit the speed bump in the middle of the street that lies two houses down from mine. The enormous bounce and resulting thrust into you instantly brings on the orgasm. Screaming and grinding fast onto me you convulse and contract around my penis. Struggling to control my own body we pull into the drive and I reach my breaking point too. Together in my parking spot we let our bodies come down from the high.

After what feels like a long time, but in actuality is barely five minutes you climb off me and into the passenger seat. Before I have the opportunity to do or say anything you lean over and take my slowly softening penis into your mouth and proceed to hungrily suck every speck of cum off and out of my penis and lick my freshly shaven penis and testicles completely clean. Finishing, you sit up and wipe your lips while giving me the biggest smile. With a little laugh you ask if I think we should get out and go inside. Unable to manage any sound after all of this I simply nod and get out of the car, locking the door as we walk toward the garage.

I take your hand and mutely follow you through my garage, into the house, up my stairs and straight into my bed room where you flop down on the bed. Looking at me you ask, "got anything left?” Hardly believing what I am hearing I just nod my head with an expression of great anticipation still on my face. I request that you give me just a moment and I rush out of the bed room. Returning a few minutes later with some Gatorade, I down it quickly while popping a caffeine pill for a little pick me up before recommencing the evening’s festivities. Stripping off my shirt and jeans I walk over to the bed. You sit up and pull down my boxers leaving me completely naked. I return the favor by bending over and grabbing you by your waist and pick you up and stand you on the bed in front of me. Once there, I hurriedly remove all of your clothes, pick up your naked body again and lay you on the bed in front of me. Climbing onto the bed next to you we kiss and embrace a few times while letting our bare skin press against each others. After a few more deep kisses I abandon your lips and kiss my way down your body. First I start with your collar bone and then slide my way down and in-between your breasts before proceeding down again to your stomach and belly button and finally descending my way south of the boarder.

When I get down there I exhale deeply letting you feeling my hot breath on your still glistening vaginal lips but not actually touching them. Instead I keep moving down your body. I kiss my way down your left leg followed by the inside of your thigh, knee and calf before finally reaching your ankle. I stay here for a few moments, feeling you squirm as I kiss and blow on your ankle. Not wanting to waste too much time I move on to the other ankle. As with the first leg I start to kiss you, only this time reversing my way back up your calf, knee and inside of your thigh until I once again reach your outer vagina. Once again, however, I don't actually engage the vagina but kiss around it instead. I start at the top followed by the sides and underneath it, tracing your pubic bone and area with kisses. In hopes of driving you crazy I occasionally let my cheek lightly brush your outer lips. At this point you are moaning, "Please, please, please", and clutching at the sheets. At long last I relent. Starting, I take my index finger on my right hand and run it top to bottom and bottom to top of your outer lips. This act alone soaks my finger in your juices. Parting your outer lips now with my index and middle finger I quickly lick you up and down making sure to get a taste for you. After a brief moment I pull my tongue out of you but instead of the tongue I slip the same two fingers into you and probe around to get a feel for all of you. My left hand still free I reach around your leg and use it to part the top of your vaginal lips to allow my tongue to access. Finally after about a minute I hit a spot and your whole body shivers indicating that I have found your clitoris. At this point, starving to taste more of you, I begin to lick at your clitoris while stimulating you internally at the same time. Your hands clutching at my hair again you begin shrieking so loud that the neighbors next door wake up abruptly. Undeterred by this I just continue to lick your clitoris with up and down, side to side strokes and flicking movements before spelling out the ABC's with my tongue against your clitoral skin. As you are still so worked up from your other two orgasms of the night this one doesn't take long at all to happen. With one load moan a single, "yes”, escapes your lips and I know it’s time once more. Pulling my fingers from inside of you and abandoning the licking of you clitoris I burry my face in your outer lips wanting to make sure that I get every last drop. As you orgasm you buck your hips up into my face and unwittingly giving me even better access to the liquid now emitting from you. I stay there licking and sucking until your body stops shaking.

Suddenly I sit up. You look at me but all I do is grab your ankle and forcefully pull you to the edge of the bed. Once there I pick you up and stand you on your feat. Turning you around I grab you by your hips and firmly push you in the middle of the shoulders causing you to bend over at the waist. To prevent yourself from falling over you stick your hands out and catch yourself on the bed. Meanwhile, behind you, I stick my foot between your feet and kick your legs out a little wider. Standing behind you and mounting you I take my throbbing penis and thrust into you from behind without hesitation. One little scream and then there is stillness in the room once more. I start slowly to give you time to relax your muscles. Little by little my thrusting’s start to pick up speed. As I start to increase speed you start to arch your back followed then by arcing your back side and synchronizing your body to the rhythms of my pumping. Every fourth or fifth thrust I give your back side a firm smack. Seeing as how I have already cum twice in less than two hours it takes me a more prolonged amount of time to reach release. In the time that it takes me to reach my peak you manage to orgasm once and start on a second. Bracing myself to orgasm once again I give you one hard slap on the back side. Your scream echo’s loudly throughout the room with your fifth orgasm of the night. Dropping onto your stomach I follow suit and fall on top of you. We lay there panting with my slowly softening penis still inside of you and our bodies covered in sweat.

After withdrawing from inside you we crawl up to the pillows at the head of the bed we lay side by side for a couple of minutes just trying to get our bearings again. After what I estimate is enough time to recover for one last go I tell you to sit on my lap and you do so right away. No sooner do I say this than you submit to my order. Taking my hands I spread your legs wide and reach my right hand down and round your right leg, bringing it back up between your legs. Not waiting for permission I take my index and middle fingers, curl them up towards the ceiling and stick them into you looking for that soft, spongy spot on the top wall of your vaginal cavity. Your mouth slightly open you swallow hard in anticipation of what is coming, you breath, “Oh god yes”. Once I find it you let out a moan to let me know. Instantly upon me find it your hand reaches down and starts to rub your own clitoris in a circular motion. You start off slow and soft, then fast and hard. With your clitoris and g-spot being stimulated at the same time doesn't take long for you to rapidly reach orgasm for the final time from the increased pleasure flowing through your senses. As I notice this I instruct you to pinch your nipple with your free hand. Following orders you do so at the exact same moment I do it to your other nipple. Shock waves are sent down your body. I can an enormous shudder flow through your body. Suddenly you give out a long primal scream and abruptly spread your legs wider which forces my hand out of your vagina. Watching I see a large spray of juice come over flowing out of your body followed by another and yet another soaking the sheets. You are almost crying from the pleasure and strain emitting from your body due to your sixth orgasm of the night.

20 minutes later.

Our heaving bodies still sitting on the bed you start to doze off from pure exhaustion. Instead of having us sleep on the wet sheets I slide out from under you and walk around to your side of the bed and scoop you up in my arms. Carrying you I proceed out to the living room and lay down on the sofa with you on top of me. Instinctively you stretch out on top of me with your chest against mine and both our bodies nude. Using my last ounce of strength I reach up on the back of the sofa and pull a blanket down on top of us and cover you with it. You don't notice a thing having already drifted off to sleep and shortly after I follow suit.
Postlude:
We both awake several hours later in the late morning with the sun shining through the windows on our still naked bodies. You get up to use the shower while I cook the two of us breakfast. We sit and eat and talking and laughing. We have had the perfect start to our second 6 months as a couple that anyone could ever ask for in the past 24 hours.

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ilovecarolyn 5469 days ago on Love Stories

after 4 years of us both living with other people ,we both became single again..carolyn came over..we both knew we wanted each other but we just started by talking..4 years of wanting my ex was about to change..all the nights i thought of carolyn\'s hot tits and beautiful ass was about to become reality again..when she walked in the house i tried real hard to control myself from getting hard.after all it had been a long time since we saw each other..we fought and disagreed but we always just loved to fuck.carolyn loves big cock and i never let her down..we had that look in our eyes but we waited just a while...we walked over to sit on the couch and talked ..

i could care less what was said,i just had to get inside her pussy really soon.our eyes were so much in contact..we stared c

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The Demonstration Part 2

THOMASCAN 5469 days ago on Sex Stories

The Demonstration â€“ Part Two
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â€œFather do you need me at the store tomorrow afternoon?â€ Sara asked at dinner.
â€œWhy no Sarah, I wonâ€™t be there myself in the afternoon, I have to take of some busi
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ness, but Mrs. Cunningham, you know, Berthaâ€™s mother, is planning to work and mid-week evenings are never as busy Saturdays so she can handle the work alone.Â Â What do you have in mind?â€
Sarah, hadnâ€™t thought this all out, but the sensations that had ravaged her body we insistently demanding another visit with the good doctor although she could hardly tell her father she wanted a stranger to pleasure her body, so for the first time in her life, good little Sarah told a lie.
â€œI wanted to visit Mabel Hutton, you know sheâ€™s been sick and out of school all this last week.â€
â€œYes I heard she has consumption.Â Too bad, she was a lovely girl.â€ He said as if sheâ€™d already died.Â Yes that would be the Christian thing to do, good-girl!â€ he praised her as if she was still five.
The next day she took a moment at noon and ran by the doctorâ€™s train.Â His assistant was working the reception area and Sara inquired as to whether she could obtain another treatment that afternoon.Â The woman looked at her and smiled an understanding smile.Â â€œQuite a treat wasnâ€™t it, sweet heart?
â€œAh yes I suppose you could phrase it like that.Â It wasâ€¦ I donâ€™t know how to explain it.â€
â€œNo explanation needed my dear, none at all.Â Yes you can come at four-thirty.Â How are you free from school in the middle of the day?â€
â€œI came over on my lunch break.Â I often join my family at home for lunch because we live so close to school so no one questions my absence especially no Miss Becker, the poor woman is so overwhelmed with the younger grades, that us who are older hardly get attention.â€Â
â€œYou donâ€™t have to go right back then?â€
â€œNoâ€¦ not for a hour or more.â€
â€œIâ€™ve no clients for a while so if you wish you can come back with me and I will help you be a little more comfortable until this afternoonâ€™s appointment with the doctor.â€
Sarah couldnâ€™t later explain, even to herself, her strange willingness to follow the beautiful woman, but she only knew that sheâ€™d do anything the woman ordered, no matter how degraded or sinful if might be. Her experience yesterday has filled her with longings sheâ€™d never had and that now wanted, indeed demanded to fully be experienced.Â Some detached part of her mind concluded that this must have been how Eve felt when she ate the forbidden fruit, enjoying the luscious thrill of that which had hitherto been forbidden.Â
The treatment room was small and private with a padded table and a chair for the practitioner. The table was short with gleaming raised metal supports at either side of the foot.Â The woman ordered her to strip and climb at top the table, which she willingly did.Â She didnâ€™t know quite what to do when she found that table far too short her bottom was hanging off the edge, but the woman had long experience with inexperienced girls and gently pushed her legs back toward her chest, far back to her chest until she could place the feet in the cloth stirrups that hung from the metal supports.Â
Sarah relaxed her legs and was amazed at how completely exposed and vulnerable the table made her private areas and even more so at how excited she was at the idea of being vulnerable to anything these people might want to do to her.Â The wall at the foot of the bed held a full length mirror and she carefully examined her own image from the neatly spread legs down to her public mound and her hot pink opening already glistening with arousal to her tiny, pink, and very exposed anus which moved and contracted as she squirmed.
Her body suddenly seemed so wonderfully made, her sex she realized in that moment designed for a specific purpose.Â Her sex education was admittedly scant, but sheâ€™d seen horses mate, the huge male organ entering the femaleâ€™s body and looking at herself for the first time she realized that she was designed to accept the male into her body and the thought of the huge horseâ€™s organ violating her small opening brought her feelings of both terror and strangely, at the same time the desire to have one of the huge organs sheâ€™d seen on horses impale her immediately! She contemplated the idea of human male organs and whether they were as large as horses with both fear and more than a little longing curiosity.Â These duel feelings of pleasure and fear seemed totally a part of her current experience for there seemed not a part of her whole mind and body that was not confused or contradictory in some way.
Sheâ€™d been so occupied sheâ€™d no paid attention to the other woman until she stood at the foot of the table and began to touch her legs with a knowledge and skill that not even the doctor had exhibited.Â Sara felt the womanâ€™s hands massage her inner thighs, using just enough pressure so that it didnâ€™t tickle and yet not really hard either.Â Her hands moved down her inner legs inching ever closer to the boiling cauldron that was getting wetter and wetter between her legs at last brushing over her pubic hair the hands parting to slid down either side of her labia, the woman skillfully tugging at each inner lip their movements transferred to her center of pleasure that was just now emerging from its covering.
Just when she was sure the woman would bring her to the peak of pleasure the hands left her sex to wander up to her still developing breasts with their ultra sensitive nipples.Â The soft fingers pinched, pulled, and twisted, oh so perfectly, while Sarahâ€™s groans and cries of pleasure could no longer be contained.Â
The woman moved to her side and leaning over took first one and then the other nipple into her mouth making Sarah pant with uncontrolled lust.Â Sarah thought she was going to die of unmet pleasures until the womanâ€™s hand reached down for her tiny node of pleasure while sucking her nipples much harder causing the whole area between Sarahâ€™s legs to twitch and contact in pleasure just before her orgasm took her.
When Sarah could think once more the womanâ€™s tongue was gently flicking her nipple with Sarahâ€™s arms locked over her head as if fearful the woman would leave.Â Feeling foolish Sarah let go of her head, but the woman continue to work both her nipples with mouth and fingers, taking ten or fifteen minutes, never letting up until Sarah began to make noises of pleasure once more, then her mouth moved downward toward Sarahâ€™s sex.
The idea that the human mouth could be used for pleasuring another person had not occurred to Sarah, however, there was no denying to massive wave of arousal that had flowed from her nipples to her pleasure center when the woman had suckled her now hardened tips.Â Now still coming to terms with what had just happened, the pleasuring tongue was beginning to probe in between the lips of her sex and if a hand had been enjoyable this was absolute heaven.
Sarah rode to flickering tongue and caressing lips making noises she was unaware of, as her whole world dissolved into that pleasuring mouth and two probing hands taking her higher and higher, yet not taking her out over the edge into the ultimate pleasure.Â She had to reach that special moment of release or she was going to go insane.Â The woman was driving her nearly frantic.Â Sarah reached up with both hands and began to tweak her own nipples feeling an almost electric shock of extra arousal from playing with them. Â Then the womanâ€™s hands suddenly pulled her labia way back and sucked hard on her exposed pleasure organ.Â
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Sarah exploded into a second climax and then as the sucking continued was over whelmed as the organ became extraordinarily sensitive the sucking almost painfully too much and amid her cries of protest, her body launched its self into a series of three more climaxes in rapid succession leaving her nearly delirious with pleasure and her sex swollen and extraordinarily wet.
She found she was trembling when she at last rose and the woman kissed her full on the mouthâ€”her first kiss and it full of her own sex juices and yet she never wanted it to end.Â She was filled with the odd desire to eat the other womanâ€™s wetness and explore her body, to try and give back a little of pleasure sheâ€™d just received.Â The doctorâ€™s skill had been wonderful, but this was something beyond belief and she was no longer able to contemplate the rightness or wrongness of any action and knew only that she had to have more and was glad for her afternoon appointment.Â She left for her afternoon at school amazed the woman knew how terrible her desire was and that if couldnâ€™t wait until 4:30.
To be continued.
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Deb's sins

incestlover1987 5469 days ago on Group Stories

Today I confess my sins my name is Deborah. But when you read this and touch yourself I want you to moan Debbie or Debs. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m a slut always have been. I lost my virginity at the tender age of 14. And at 15 I was sexually aware of males. I have never had the same sexual partner for more than a month. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m 19 years old. This is the story of my first, and defiantly not last, group sex. We had the builders over they were redecorating our bath room, with a new shower, bath, sink, toilet etc.

There were five men on this job. The main guy Mr Jones, is about 45 and is the ugliest bugger ever. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s fat bald, yet hairy every where else, his son (about my age) worked with him. He got the good looks in the family. There was a coloured man, who didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t

say much but was very strong and muscular, which got me going. There was a man about late 20Ã¢â‚¬â„¢s IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve never seen a sexier person in my life. And then there was the young kid on an apprenticeship. He was about 18 and looked Chinese.

Every morning they were there at 9 I got up to watch them enter the house then got my self off thinking of the black man, or the 20 year old. I found out there names and the colour guy was Dom and the 20 year old was Jay. Then I would walk past them in just a shirt, one button done up covering my big breasts and French knickers. I could feel them watching me each time I passed, that always got me going when I was eyed up. When I would shower I know they would be watching so I would give them a show I would rub my hard nipples and moan. Then I would shave my myself knowing that they enjoyed it. Two days into it, Jay started to flirt with me. Telling how good I looked. And about three days into it they started to walk in on me on the toilet or in the shower and say it was an accident. I loved it

The job was almost done and I knew this would be their last day. So I made a real effort. I wore a black and grey mini skirt and a bright red thong, which was my lucky fucking thong. And I forgot my bra and wore a pink t-shirt. Oh yeah I havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t described myself. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m as tall as women come IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m about 6 foot 5 maybe 6 foot 7 at a push. I have 34 dd breasts and long, thin well shaped legs. I run a lot and do loads of activates, which include getting regular cock. I like to have my downstairs shaved and bare. Even though I sleep around I have never been able to call my downstairs anything else except my little flower. And because of that I have a rose tattoo when my hair line stops. One thing I love to do is to rub my big breasts. I like to tweak my nipples and rub the whole breast. And I did it more knowing these builders were watching.

On the last day I spent the whole day watching them, teasing them all even the ugly man. I could see I made them all aroused. As they finished I went up and phoned my friend telling her that I was going to try and bed Jay. So I tried. And he turned me down. My mum had gone too work and my dad had left us when I was 3, if only he saw me now. And I was an only child. I went down stairs to try and talk to jay. But they had all packed up. I was a bit upset, but I shrugged and moved on. I went to try the new shower. As I went to reach up to turn it on. I was grabbed from behind. One had over my mouth and one hand on my crotch. And I was dragged out of the bathroom and into the garden. The good thing about my garden is that itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s enclosed with trees and you had to be 10 foot high to see in. good for sunbathing naked.

As I went out side kicking and trying to scream I saw the worked. And stopped. They were all naked, but only four. I tried to glance up and noticed Dom was behind me. He threw me on the floor and then they circled me.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve teased us so muchÃ¢â‚¬Â said Mr Jones Ã¢â‚¬Å“now little girl you will give us all pleasureÃ¢â‚¬Â

I looked around and saw they were all well hung. The Chinese boy was the biggest even though he was the youngest. He was about 10 inches long and 6 inches wide, damn that made me hot. The smallest was the coloured guy at 7 inches so you can think of how big the were. They were all stroking their hard dicks. My eyes were wide open looking at the big dicks hoping that they were for me. Someone had reached down and lifted my top up. Revealing my braless breasts.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“rub my titsÃ¢â‚¬Â I said without thinking. i was shocked at my self but I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care. Someone had gotten down behind me and was kissing my neck and playing with my nipples. I was Mr JonesÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ son. His hands were rough and large. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take it I took the cock that was in front of me and stuck it in my mouth, which was now wet with saliva. It happened to be the ugly Mr Jones. I could see why he had a wife and two mistresses. He was massive must have been 8 inches. The biggest IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve ever had up to this point was 7. So I was in heaven. His gut stopped me from deep throating Mr Jones smelly dirty cock. I just sucked his cock and reached out both hands and started to stroke DomÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s and Jays cockÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s. I felt my arse being lifted, I refused to stop sucking this dirty yet tasty cock. I was my arse up cock in mouth and hands. I could feel my thong being removed

Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve never see a pussy so wetÃ¢â‚¬Â said the Chinese boy Ã¢â‚¬Å“wow girl your loving the dick ainÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t yaÃ¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Shut up and eat my pussyÃ¢â‚¬Â I said taking the cock out of my mouth but not my eyes off it.

I could feel my arse cheeks separated and one person licking my arse crack and one licking my pussy. Wow I was in ore. I let out a moan and I came on Mr JonesÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ sonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a gusherÃ¢â‚¬Â he shouted. I loved to cum I knew I was a squirter for years. And my fuck buddies lover it. When I came I sucked harder making Mr JonesÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ cum in my mouth. He pulled out and I swallowed all his hot tasty cum. And I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have time to breath as Mr JonesÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ son came around and stuck his cock in. it was strange they looked exactly the same and tasted exactly the same and were exactly the same size. Well like father like son. Dom and Jay seamed to cum at the same time covering my hand in hot cum.

With four behind me I knew I was going to be getting cock soon

Ã¢â‚¬Å“who do you want firstÃ¢â‚¬Â asked Mr Jones

I replied with out thinking Ã¢â‚¬Å“DomÃ¢â‚¬Â

I turned around to watch him enter he took one thrust at my overly wet pussy and I took it all in. I loved it. My first black cock. He must of pumped about three times hard then he stopped I watched him lay down underneath me and place him on me. Then the very well hung Chinese boy got on his knees.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“your going to hurt now bitchÃ¢â‚¬Â the Dom and the Chinese boy stuck their cocks in me. Dom had my pussy and the Chinese boy had my arse. Wow he just tared it open. I could feel myself bleeding. 6 inches must have been in me. I sucked the cock in front of me harder and harder biting a little bit I moaned and moaned 6 inches in my pussy and 6 inches in my arse. I sucked one more time making the boy cum in my mouth I swallowed and moaned

Ã¢â‚¬Å“stick it all it boysÃ¢â‚¬Â I became angry as the pain and pleasure mixed Ã¢â‚¬Å“fuck my body, someone get in front I need to suck more cockÃ¢â‚¬Â jay and Mr Jones were stroking their dicks. Jay came and stuck it all in my mouth and I took it all. I moaned into his balls as I was fucked in all three holes. I came the same time as all three did. Once they all came I was mounted by father and son. They didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t seem to last as long. Then once finished the found just stoked their dicks. I looked at jay still rock hard and he didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t wait he got on his back and I got on top I rode him as my tits smacked my face. I rode him like a pro the other just stood and watched me bounce up and down on his stiff hard cock. Moaning for more. They stood around me and jacked off.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“when you Ã¢â‚¬Â¦. CUMMMMÃ¢â‚¬Â I shouted as Jay started to buck his hips Ã¢â‚¬Å“say your name for meÃ¢â‚¬Â

As I said that Mr Jones came

Ã¢â‚¬Å“LewisÃ¢â‚¬Â

His cum covered my face with my eyes closed

Ã¢â‚¬Å“DomÃ¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“SuiÃ¢â‚¬Â both the Chinese boy and Dom came over me My eyes still closed taking it from Jay and the cum all over me

Ã¢â‚¬Å“JayÃ¢â‚¬Â he moaned cumming in my pussy

Some one grabbed my head and shoved my mouth over their cock and he moaned

Ã¢â‚¬Å“ChrisÃ¢â‚¬Â his load shot at the back of my mouth shocked I swallowed it all

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Ã¢â‚¬Å“WowÃ¢â‚¬Â they all said getting dressed Ã¢â‚¬Å“that was fucking amazingÃ¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HEREÃ¢â‚¬Â I heard a voice. I was limp on the floor and the five men stood there all naked and hard. I looked at the house and I could see my mum in hot pants and a bikini top. My mouth dropped open. Holy shit I thought!

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To be continuedÃ¢â‚¬Â¦.

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This is my second story. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s different from Ã¢â‚¬Å“she was perfectÃ¢â‚¬Â. I know this is not one of my better efforts. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a bit confusing sometimes. Comments will be much appreciated. I posted it a little early.

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Kaylie Anderson was walking briskly, pushing her heavy trolley with as much force as she could muster. Her plane had landed just thirty minutes ago at airport. She was in a hurry. Anyone could deduce that from her gait. Her boyfriend was meant to meet her five hours ago, when she was supposed to arrive. But like all respectable t

ravel lines, Pan AmÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s plane was four fucking hours late.

What was it they had said? Oh yeah, Ã¢â‚¬Å“the flight to Los Angeles has been delayed blah-blah-blahÃ¢â‚¬Â. Fuckers! She looked around, trying to find her guy, to no avail. He had probably left after her call. She sighed and sat down on a chair, away from the commotion near the metal detectors. Some dude was being arrested.

Kaylie was so frustrated that she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see the nondescript woman approach her. She sat down behind her and quietly slipped a minuscule package inside her purse. Kaylie didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t notice her as she was staring at the ceiling, wondering why she had accepted this job. Her purse was lying in the chair next to her and didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t appear to have been moved.

The mysterious woman silently got up and left. Kaylie got up, took her cargo bag and purse and marched to the toilets. She hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t had time to make herself beautiful before the plane took off. She spent some time in the loo and looked in the mirror. No, this wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do at all. She liked to be pretty. She opened her bag and took out her makeup kit. When she was finished, she put it back inside her bag and admired her handy work.

She was superb. Long silky honey-blond hair that went to her hips, thin eyebrows, lustful green eyes, an elegant pointed nose, round lips that seemed to be locked in a constant pout and an angular face set on a long neck. She was 5Ã¢â‚¬Â9, quite tall for a woman, had a 36B chest, a slim and somewhat muscular figure and legs that kept every guyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s attention. She was, simply put, statuesque.

She could have been a model. In fact, she had been a model. She had started her career at nineteen. For a while, it was fun. The glamour, the money, the magazine covers, the clothes, the fameÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ But it was all too easy. She was content with her job when one day she received a phone call. She had acquired a certain reputation in the business and a well-respected cosmetics company had offered her a real job. Not one where she would simply have to be pretty. One where she would use all her talents, including her head, for she had brains. She had finished in the top ten of her class in high school. Modeling had put her through college, earning her a degree in business management.

The job was that of spokeswoman for the company. She had signed on a few months after turning twenty-seven. She looked in the mirror once again, smoothed a couple of wrinkles on her aqua miniskirt and green top and exited the toilets. She was walking towards the exit, feeling calmer. She was almost out when a hand clamped on her shoulder.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Excuse me, maÃ¢â‚¬â„¢am. Could you follow us please?Ã¢â‚¬Â

The question came from a security officer. Another one was walking towards them. Kaylie was puzzled. Why would they want to talk to her?

Ã¢â‚¬Å“WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s wrong?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“We need you to follow us to the post, maÃ¢â‚¬â„¢am.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not going anywhere until I know what this is all about.Ã¢â‚¬Â Her anger was steadily rising with each passing second. Who the fuck did these two jerks think they were?

Ã¢â‚¬Å“We have reasons to believe that youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re carrying drugs.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Kaylie couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stop herself. She laughed, only for a second, before covering her mouth and stifling her mirth. Drugs! These guys were dumb!

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Excuse me,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said, after regaining her composure. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I think thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s very unlikely. By all means, take me to the post.Ã¢â‚¬Â

They walked to an off-limit part of the airport and led her to a dull gray room. It had black tinted windows through which you couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see. There was a single table and three chairs, all metal. There was also a lone pole in a corner, like in those striptease clubs. She dropped her bag on the table and plopped down on a chair.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay, what is it about?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“We told you, drugs. We think you may be carrying some. We have to search your bags,Ã¢â‚¬Â one of the officers told her.

Kaylie shook her head. Ã¢â‚¬Å“No way IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m letting a guy go throw my things. Sorry, but itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not gonna happen.Ã¢â‚¬Â

The officer sighed. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What about a woman?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be okay.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“All right. Wait here,Ã¢â‚¬Â he said as he and his colleague departed. She looked around. With nothing to do but wait, she tapped her fingers on the table. After five minutes the door opened. She looked up lazily.

The officer was dressed in the usual blue and black uniform but she was nonetheless beautiful. Long auburn hair, round face, blue-eyed and nearly as tall as herself. The uniform seemed to mold itself on her skin. Her every curve were exposed and myÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ what curves those were.

She wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t as pretty as Kaylie, with a few pimples scattered on her face, hips that were just a touch too large and hair a bit unruly. She gave Kaylie the once-over, letting her gaze fall on the bag.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m told youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re a bit uncooperative,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said, not even deigning to introduce herself. She had a haughty air about her that told Kaylie she was high-ranking. Maybe a lieutenant instead of a mere officer.

She nodded. Ã¢â‚¬Å“There are some things that a woman doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t let a man touch. You should know that,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said, leaning back in her chair.

The officer smiled and offered her hand. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m Lieutenant Katie Morgan.Ã¢â‚¬Â They shook hands and Kaylie noticed her strength in her grip. She opened her bag and slid it across the table to the officer. Ã¢â‚¬Å“There you go. I assure you, I have never touched drugs in my life.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“They always say that before we get them,Ã¢â‚¬Â Katie muttered as she carefully took out and unfolded garments that would have had her arrested for indecent exposure a decade back. She emptied the bag and passed her hands on every surface, trying to find secret pockets. Nothing. She went through the clothes under the disinterested eyes of her Ã¢â‚¬ËœguestÃ¢â‚¬â„¢.

Still nothing. She was about to give up when she saw the purse. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hand over the purse.Ã¢â‚¬Â Kaylie obeyed silently. Katie opened it and went through it before smiling. She took a hanky and slowly took out the tiny plastic bag. It contained a white powder, probably coke or heroin. Kaylie hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t noticed her as she was staring at one of the walls. She dropped the plastic on the table.

Kaylie turned her head at the sound and her jaw dropped. She stared at the thing on the table, barely registering the fact that a wide grin was splitting the lieutenantÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face. She shook her head in silent denial before she found her voice.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not mine.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“It never is, sweetheart.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m serious! I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do drugs! ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s bad for the body!Ã¢â‚¬Â Kaylie fairly screamed.

The lieutenant was stoically watching the outburst. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m afraid I have to arrest you,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said, taking out a pair of handcuffs. She slapped them on KaylieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s wrists. The cold metal made her shiver and tears welled in her eyes. She willed herself not to cry.

Katie got up, put the plastic in her back pocket and exited the room. She went to get herself some coffee. She paused when she started to add sugar. That woman sounded sincere. She gazed at the sugar in the spoon. It looked every bit as the drugs. A plan formed in her mind. She smiled a wicked smile. Yes, she was going to enjoy this. It had been so long since her last timeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦.

She drank the stinking liquid and headed for the room. It was soundproof, luckily. She strode in purposefully. She found her Ã¢â‚¬ËœguestÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ anxiously sitting. Ã¢â‚¬Å“The boss asked me to search you,Ã¢â‚¬Â she said, locking the door. Ã¢â‚¬Å“You may be carrying other things.Ã¢â‚¬Â

She took off the cuffs and led her to the pole in the corner. She passed the metal chain around the pole and cuffed Kaylie again, effectively depriving her the use of her arms. She looked at her ass. Oh yes, she was going to enjoy thisÃ¢â‚¬Â¦

She patted her clothes, feeling no bra under the top. She slowly descended to the lower back, her hands brushing the soft skin.

Kaylie shuddered as she felt a tingle. The officer reached her miniskirt and grabbed each of her buttocks in a hand. She squeezed them both, rubbing them through the material. What was this? This wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t a normal search.

She felt he hands slid along her legs to her feet. Her high heels were unceremoniously taken off. She felt the hands go up again. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What kind of search is this?Ã¢â‚¬Â she demanded angrily.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Shut up,Ã¢â‚¬Â the officer hissed. She unzipped her mini and let it drop to the floor. The tiny string barely covered her neatly trimmed pussy. Kaylie felt fingers trace the contours of her ass. They worked their way to small elastic band and yanked it down, uncovering her precious fruit.

Now, she was frightened. What did this woman want with her? She felt the fingers move to her entrance. The officer pressed herself against her back, a hand on her pussy, the other around her waist.

Katie inhaled her victimÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s scent, smelling the lavender on her hair. She pinched her clit, softly at first then harder. A low moan resulted. She worked on the pussy more, enjoying the game. She abruptly dug two fingers inside the cunt and heard a sharp breath.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have to search where you could have hidden the drugs,Ã¢â‚¬Â Katie whispered in KaylieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ears as her fingers rubbed the walls of the vagina. She slid in a third finger, working furiously now.

Kaylie shivered. She felt jolts going to her brain as the fingers slid in and out of her. She didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t question the officer anymore, merely welcomed the wave of pleasure coursing through her body. The fingers moved faster until she gasped and her juices ran down her smooth legs. She felt the fingers linger then retreat.

Katie brought her hand to her mouth and tasted it. She put one finger into the hot vagina and put it under KaylieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nose. Ã¢â‚¬Å“What is that? WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll have to analyze it but IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m afraid that the lab is closed today. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll have to do it manually.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Kaylie breathed in the intoxicating smell of her nectar. Her mind had long since shut down. Her pussy was still tingling from her orgasm. She grabbed the pole and leaned on it as Katie dropped to her knees in front of her and clamped her mouth over her steaming cunt. Her tongue lapped the juice hungrily and explored the recesses of her fruit. It seemed animated with a life of its own as it moved around.

Katie used her fingers in conjunction with her mouth. That little blonde bitch would not last long. She finger-fucked the pussy, letting her tongue caress the clit and opening. She felt the body tense and a second later heard a moan emanate from Kaylie. Sweet juice flooded her face as she drank like a sailor. It flowed down her face and on the pair of legs in front of her.

She let her victim rest, wiping her mouth with a hanky. Kaylie was breathing heavily. She had only started to play. There was so much more to comeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦. Ã‚Â She went in front of her and took off the top, dropping it on the floor. The breasts were hard and the nipples erect.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“Now whatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s this?Ã¢â‚¬Â she asked softly. Ã¢â‚¬Å“It must be a cache for more drugs. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll have to search them too.Ã¢â‚¬Â

She stroked the twins lovingly, tweaking the nipples occasionally. She licked them and squeezed them. She placed the left one in her mouth and sucked on it like an infant. She scraped the flesh with her teeth, enjoying the cry from Kaylie. She suckled on the flesh for a long time.

Kaylie couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe it. She was being pleasured by a woman in a way no man had ever been able to. Her breathing quickened as Katie worked her liked never before. She felt a sharp scratch and cried out again.

Katie switched to the other breast. She bit the nipple and nibbled on it, squeezing and rubbing the boob with her hand. She was starting to really enjoy this. The bitch also liked it. She decided to switch to something more Ã¢â‚¬ËœexoticÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. She bit the breast hard, drawing blood. She heard a cry but didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t concern herself with it. She sucked on the wound like a vampire, tasting the coppery liquid that flowed.

Kaylie couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe it. That officer had bit her! She was feeling pain but the sucking gradually brought pleasure. She didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know that being hurt could be so enjoyableÃ¢â‚¬Â¦

Katie released the tit she was sucking on and took a step back to admire the stunning body in front of her. The breast had swelled a little, but that couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be helped. She had done enough foreplay for now. Time to get serious. She went to the table and dropped her nightstick, gun, holster and everything hanging from her belt on the metal surface. She returned to Kaylie and stood in front of her. She grabbed her lower face with her left hand in a vice-like grip and stared in her suddenly fearful eyes.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re going to enjoy this, bitch. If you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll slap you,Ã¢â‚¬Â she whispered, savoring the fear on her victimÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face.

She returned to the table and picked up her nightstick. It resembled a Japanese -or Chinese, whatever- tomfa . It was long, nearly a foot and a half long and half again an inch thick. There was a five-inch long handle about six inches from one end. She twirled it in her hand and strode to Kaylie. She raised the baton to eye level and held it by the handle in front of the bitch. She put the long end on the beginning of her cleavage and slowly went down to her cunt.

Kaylie didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t understand what that officer wanted. She had enjoyed herself so far, that much could not be denied, butÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ this was starting to look alarming. She felt the tip of the huge baton trail to her pussy. She tensed when it reached her clit. It started going in circles, rubbing her tingling sex.

Katie had been right, the bitch was enjoying this. She played with her cunt some more before getting serious. She shoved the stickÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s longer end inside the woman. The small surprised cry was soÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ surprised, just a little bit pained and soÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ pleasant. She moved the stick slowly, not able to get more than nine inches inside. She accelerated a bit and heard a drawn-out moan. She continued until several low moans emanated from the body clinging to the bar in front of her. She increased her pace until she suddenly withdrew and backed up a couple of steps. The disappointed sigh was the sweetest thing she had heard since the beginning.

She moved to behind that beautiful body glistening with sweat and undid the belt that held her pants. They slid to the ground and she stepped out of them, pulling her panties off. The clothes were stained and were emitting delicious scents. She put it under KaylieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nose and forced her nose into the stains with the stick.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“You smell that? ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s because of you. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get off because you came too easily. Well, bitch, if you want to cum, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll make you cum.Ã¢â‚¬Â

She rammed the baton inside her cunt. Kaylie fairly screamed as it ripped through her pussy. It was big. Oh God, how it was bigÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ No, Ã¢â‚¬Å“bigÃ¢â‚¬Â demeaned its length. It was FUCKING HUGE!!! The largest she had ever experienced was eight inches long and had been thinner. Her knees trembled. She was agonizingly adapting to this new invader. Her tormentor -or pleaser, depended on how you looked at it- was immobile. For now.

Katie held the handle in her left hand and approached the trembling bitch. She liked the way she screamed. She was glad the room was soundproof. She looked at the end jutting out of the cunt and salivated at was to come. She slowing slid the six-inch end into her own steaming pussy, enjoying the feel of this Ã¢â‚¬ËœcockÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ inside her. She slid her right arm around KaylieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s waist, for support and stability Ã¢â‚¬â€œin both their cases. She breathed down her beautiful neck and kissed the lovely blonde hair getting in her face.

She started moving. Slowly at first, then quickly picking up speed. That bitch was crying out loud every time the stick went inside her. The small end inside her was pressing against her walls, sending a jolt to her brain with each thrust. She moved faster, tightening her hold on the body in front of her.

Kaylie started to moan in between her cries. The Ã¢â‚¬ËœcockÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ was starting to work its magic. She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe she was being taken by a security officer, and a woman at that. With a stick, no less. Her body started betraying her as she felt her pussy become hot. She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t hold back the torrent of liquid gushing down her legs. She was feeling sore between her legs from the treatment she was receiving.

Katie felt a surge of pleasure and satisfaction as she heard the long and loud moan. Or was it a cry? She felt the juices flow onto her legs as well as it dribbled down from between her victimÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s legs. She was really enjoying this! She increased her pace, pushing Kaylie against the pole as she started pistoning her. She felt her own orgasm approaching as she moved even faster. A low guttural cry tore erupted from her throat as she came hard. Wave upon wave of pleasure flooded her mind. She nearly lost her grip on her bitch while coming. She rammed the stick home, feeling the end press her cunt walls.

She stood stock-still, catching her breath. Kaylie was silently weeping. Katie loved it. She had taken this bitch with a nightstick. A nightstick! This felt great. she slid off the small end and took out the massive baton from KaylieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cunt. It was glistening with cum. She licked it all clean before putting it back on the table.

Kaylie was still weeping while Katie put her clothes back on. She tossed her hair over her shoulders, took the plastic sac that had started all this and emptied its contents in the trashcan in the corner of the room. She replaced the fine powder with the sugar she had taken in the cafeteria. It looked just the same.

She shot a disdainful look at Kaylie and shouted, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Get dressed and get out! YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re cleared of all charges.Ã¢â‚¬Â She quickly exited the room and went to talk to her superior.

Ã¢â‚¬Å“SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s clean. It was just some sugar stuff. Nothing major.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã¢â‚¬Å“God, all that time just to tell me itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nothing major? What were you doing over there? Having sex with her?Ã¢â‚¬Â

Although she had long since grown accustomed to his crude language, Katie couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but smile. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Exactly.Ã¢â‚¬Â

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LOVE CAMP CH 1

shaneslayer 5469 days ago on Incest Stories

Jack was exited the whole day. He could barely concentrate on his class. It was the last day of school & he was thinking about the camping trip he was about to go with his family. It was a get together that they did every year.

He cycled as fast as he could to get home. As he entered the house he saw Carol standing in the kitchen with a glass of orange juice. She was sweaty all over.

“Hi honey! Was sup? She exclaimed.”

“Hi mom, I m ready to go. I packed all my things yesterday.”

“Uh! Honey, she stammered.”

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“What happened mom? Is something wrong?”

“Uh! Yeah, well your father & your sister can’t come because of his work. You see he’s gotta go to Egypt to do his job & Cindy is gonna go with him to get some experience.”

Bruce was an architect. He was into the ancient kinda house building. Cindy had completed the same course. She was always fascinated with her father. He was always a role model to her. Since she was 8 she started acting like her father. She was 20 now.

“Oh! Shit mom, that’s bad. How’re we gonna go then?”

“Guess I’ll have to drive then.”

“Well then I’ll load my things in the car & by the way when are we leaving?”

“No need honey, your father loaded everything & we’re leaving in about an hour or so.”

Just then Bruce & Cindy came into the kitchen wearing their shorts. It looked like they were all cleaning the backyard. Both of them also were sweaty like hell. Cindy winked at him, when he saw her. Bruce came to him & hugged him. He felt gross, but he dint say it out.

“Hey! It’s no big deal, you know. We’ll join you guys next time.”

Cindy laughed & hugged her brother tight. She was still sweating & some of the sweat poured from her neck to his. His cock was getting hard now & he couldn’t help it. Her smell was now arousing him. Cindy had hugged him a lotta times before but he never remembered his cock getting hard.

Jack was 17 & still a virgin. Although he was considerably good looking than the boys in his class, he was shy. He was 5”11 broad shouldered, had blonde hair, & looked cute. He worked out a lot in the gym & had a muscular body. He inherited his hair color from his mom. He never gave importance to girls in his life. He would study hard, but not all the time. Nobody had ever seen him study but he would be the toppers in his class. He always would play video games & basket ball. Since from second grade his parents never had to pay for the school, he earned scholarship.

Cindy felt his hard cock touching her & pulled away. He was embarrassed & was blushing. Their parents were already gone to their room. He saw Cindy was also blushing. She said nothing & went to her room. Jack followed her & went to his room. He never gave a notice about her sister till now. He sat on the bed & thought about the incident, he thought about his sister’s body. He felt guilty & brushed the thought away & started reading his comic book.

Cindy was a tall & slim. She was busty & had firm tits like her mother. Her breasts weren’t too big but were bigger than the girls in her college. She had long brown hair up to her waist. She inherited her hair color from her father & her figure from her mother. Overall she was hot.

Carol was tall & cute looking. She had blonde hair till her waist. She had big firm tits. She was pretty slim for her age. She was 38 but she looked like she was 31, pretty young for her age huh! She was always sexually active, but never showed it out. She was 16 when she had Cindy. They had met in a family party. She was about to finish high school then. Bruce had asked her to have an abortion, but she was not going to do that. She insisted on keeping the baby. He agreed with her after a long talk. He finished his college & got a good job which he still was in.

Cindy went to her room & stripped all her clothes & went into the bathroom. She heard her parents having sex in the next room.

Bruce’s cock was average sized about 6” inches & was ok on the girth. Carol lay her head on the bed kept her ass high on air. Bruce pushed his cock in her pussy. He first shoved it slowly then after getting adjusted rammed his cock in her cunt as hard as he could.

Carol was moaning on top of her lungs.

yeah.. yeah.. that's it baby

yeah fuck... fuck me hard..

i love your cock... deep inside me...

Bruce kissed his wife while fucking her, tasting her sweat covered face. He turned her around & fucked her even faster. Carol moved her hips to meet his. Bruce's balls were slapping her ass. she couldn't control it now.

i think, im gonna cum

oh! baby...

im... cum... im...... cummiiing...

She was Cumming so hard, his cock was drenched in her cunt juices, & they were flowing out of her pussy. Soon he was Cumming in her. As they both finished their love making, they headed for the shower.

Cindy was now Horney as hell listening to her parents mating moans. She rubbed her pussy moving her hand near her clitoris. She slowly inserted her finger into her cunt & fucked her pussy. Soon a second finger joined in. She was thinking of her boyfriend. She was already wet by their parents love making that she cummed already. She relaxed a bit & took a quick shower.

Soon Jack, Carol, Bruce, & Cindy were in the living room. Jack hugged his father & his sister, said goodbye & sat in their SUV. Carol did the same.

“Have a good time Bruce. Carol cried.”

“Thanks honey!”

“Hey son! Take care of your mom until you both return, ok.”

“Yeah! Sure dad”

“Bye jack, said Cindy as she blushed a little.”

“Carol I called Barbara & Victoria, they would be meeting you at the motel cross-slides” Bruce said.

Barbara & Victoria were Bruce’s sisters. By the time they started it was 6:30. They were pretty soon on the highway. The whole time they were enjoying the drive listening to music. They didn’t speak to each other for a long time until they reached the town where Carol’s sister lived.

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An Exhibitionists memories

kellyweaver40 5469 days ago on Sex Stories

My husband and I live on a very large tree farm in Northern Appalachia. The size of the property and the remoteness of the house permit he and I to go nude whenever the weather permits. He is very supportive of the fact that I am both an exhibitionist and I am also bisexual to a point. I have a small circle of girlfriends that come to our house and enjoy the freedoms of nudity and we often end up having sex. He also knows of my desire to have sex in public places where we will certainly be seen doing so. He does go along when IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m flashing people as my protector and also drives our van. He is naturally my sex partner if IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m doing it in public.

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One of my favorite exhibitions took place in a city north of where we live. Our little village is extremely conservative and would have us burned at the stake if they knew about us. We had a power gate installed with an intercom and remote camera and the whole farm is well fenced. We also have a couple of dogs patrolling the grounds at night..

When we want to play, we go to this large city and have our fun in malls, restaurants and parks located on the outskirts. We also frequent bars in that city known for being very discrete.

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One such bar was the scene of our favorite episode. My husband and I sat in our van and planned it to the minute. First, my husband walked in and sat on the stool toÃ‚Â the far left of the bar. A few moments later, I walked in and sat next to him. I was wearing skirt and stockings and heels without panties in my way. I seldom wore them anyway. We ignored each other as if we were strangers. Soon, a man walked over and sat beside me, glancing down at my skirt, which had ridden up to reveal the lace tops of the stockings. I turned and gave the man a smile to encourage him. He soon was filling my ear with small talk and complimenting me on my looks and everything he could to hopefully get me aroused. I soon felt his hand on my thigh, testing my reaction. I simply held still and let him work a little higher. My skirt hid the fact that I was not wearing panties and the look on his face when he found it out was one of surprise and approval. I simply spread my legs a little more to let him get his fingers where he was headed. On the seat to my left, my husband was watching this and had a good view of the strange fingers probing me. I glanced down and saw that my husband was indeed enjoying the show. The stranger finally slipped a finger in my soaking wet slit and probed for my clit. He continued to probe until he had two fingers inside me and was massaging my clit. This was all in plain view of my husband, who was trying hard to hide his erection. As the man worked on my pussy, the front of my skirt was working higher and higher until my tummy was showing. The positioning of the stranger and my husband hid me from view of other bar patrons. He kept fingering me until I was almost ready to come. While he was fingering me, I had reached over and was slowly rubbing his member through his trousers. I suddenly felt my orgasm start to overtake my body and rubbed his cock hard until a wet spot in his trousers appeared at roughly the same time. My husband leaned over me when I had calmed down and whispered to the man that a round of drinks should be in order for masturbating his wife. We then enjoyed our fresh drinks and left the bar, laughing as we stepped out into the night air.

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My flashing was not limited to men. I often flashed women sitting in restaurants, making my exposure less obvious than with men, knowing a lot of women would get very upset seeing me showing myself. One such time, we sat across from another couple and I slowly crossed my legs to test her reaction. At first, there was no reaction but on my second leg cross, she licked her lips and shot me a slight smile over her husbandÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s shoulder. She then decided to do likewise to me and crossed her own, baring her white panties to me as she slowly crossed hers. After a few minutes, she excused herself to her husband and left for the ladiesÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ room. As she passed our booth, she whispered for me to follow her. When I walked into the ladiesÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ room, she opened the stall door she was behind and stepped out in just her stockings and heels. She reached out and raised my skirt and then stepped close, rubbing her bare pussy against mine and holding my buttocks. She then planted a deep, probing kiss on my lips, searching for my tongue. She stepped back in the stall after handing me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. I tucked the paper in my skirt pocket and left her to dress. I called the number later in the week and, after several meets on neutral ground, invited her and her husband to our farm for a weekend. They were grateful to be able to go nude the whole weekend. She told me she talked her husband into coming after pointing out he would see me in the nude and possibly get to see her and I together. It proved to be a very enjoyable weekend. They still stop down a few times each summer.

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Flashing took place in malls and stores. It was a routine in our car as we drove the interstate highway from home to the city. Last summer, we were going to South Carolina to visit one ofÃ‚Â the husbandÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s family. I went to a studio and had my body painted to look as if I was in a tee shirt top and blue shorts. The artist took special care to make it as real looking as possible. We packed up our small motor home and started south. All I was wearing was the body paint and my husband was wearing a polo top and had shorts at his feet to pull on if needed quickly. I wore only the paint until we stopped just down the street from his relativeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s home. It was only then, I pulled on some shorts and a top after showering off in the camper. I have to admit it felt good to get that paint off me. It was water soluble paint and was easy to get off after sweating under it all that way. The artist had given me an ample supply of touch up to make repairs. During the trip, I had gotten out of the motorhome several times at fuel stops and nobody picked up on the fact I was actually naked. If they did, they hid their emotions. My husband and I went to several malls and restaurants in the area down there and I made sure my Yankee ass was seen by as manyÃ‚Â Southern boys and ladies as possible. The night before we left, IU waited until about three in the morning and walked completely around the block his relatives lived on, wearing only a pair of five inch heels.

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After leaving South Carolina, we started home and decided to see how often we could have sex outside on the trip home. I stripped to the skin and he again had only a shirt on as we drove. At practically every rest stop and emergency pull off we saw after dark, we stopped and fucked on the parking area or in the surrounding grassy areas. We did manage to stop and fuck alongside the road in broad daylight but on busy I-95, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hard to find a safe place. On one such night stop at a pulloff area with a tractor trailer sitting and idling at one end. We pulled in like a tired motorist and sat there to see if the driver would get out of his truck. We got out of the motorhome and spread a blanket on the ground on the roadside of our vehicle. We then got down and fucked ourselves silly with cars driving by on their way to wherever. After we finished, we picked up the blanket and drove on. In one town near an exit, we got off and drove down the street, stopping at a school and picking a dark area ofÃ‚Â the well groomed lawn. We got out of the motorhome and lay on the grass fucking like two high school kids.

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On the way home, we ran into a heavy rainstorm and pulled off the interstate to wait it out. My husband knew one of my favorite oddities is to fuck in a rainstorm with the rains beating n our naked bodies. He drove the van slowly along a road parallel to the interstate and found a grassy area with a place to park near it. We parked the van and lay in the grass and had absolutely great sex. Every time lightning would light up the sky, our naked bodies were as visible as during bright daylight. Two cars drove by in the storm but neither one must have seen us in the heavy downpour.

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Our sexual escapades were not limited to our trip south. We had sex in every conceivable place we could and on more than one occasion, we were seen doing so. The thrill of being seen having sex is almost orgasm producing in itself. Sex clubs and certain beaches or camps are havens for this conduct but the thrill isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t as great when you expect to see sex being performed. It is about as exciting as going to adult movie theaters or drive in movies.

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We used to have a drive in theater in my home town back when my hubby and I were dating. It showed XXX rated movies and there was more action in the cars than on the screen. My husband-to-be had a big van with a mattress tossed in the back. He would take us to the drive in and back the van into a place near the back. He then opened the rear doors and we could watch the show and even make one of our own. The rules of the drive in stated that we had to be dressed to go to the snack bar or restrooms. All sexual activities were limited to inside the vehicles and all were subject to ID checks for underage.

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The drive inÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s managers were getting more and more strict with the rules and soon began to loose business to the tapes and DVDÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s now readily available. The drive in went up for sale and was bought by my husbandÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s brothers, who immediately changed it into a private club with membership cards and all that stuff. A membership fee of five dollars got you access to the drive in and all the privileges. You were allowed to walk all around the premises completely naked and even have sex outside as long as it didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t bother anyone. That was a slim possibility, because we all went there to see nudity and sex, both on and off the screen. I used to work the ticket booth in complete nudity and enjoyed every moment. The only places that required anything at all were the snack bar and restrooms, which required that bottoms be worn I never understood the bathroom requirement but the snack bar was a good place to keep things covered.

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There was a small stage built in front of the screen where you could live out your wildest fantasy in front of everyone. It was required that you bring your own sheets or blanket for that action. The stage was opened about an hour and a half before the main movie started and closed as the movie began. It opened briefly during intermissions, then closed for the rest of the movie. My husband and I took advantage of that stage a few times. The constant hassle from law enforcement and health department officials, along with the widespread availability of tapes and DVDÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s finally caused the closing of the drive in and an American institution.

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BandM 5469 days ago on Wife Stories

After a lot of talking about having another guy joining us in bed, I helped Melissa get fucked by the store manager in the dressing room of a Hollister store at the Battlefield Mall in Springfield. We took him home with us where she continued her sexual education for another 5 hours. She graduated with honors.

Earlier tonight, I got one of the neighborhood kids, who is only 14 to come over under the pretense of helping me move some heavy furniture. Melissa was taking a shower, and didn't know that we had company. I asked the kid if he had ever had sex, and he said "no". He said he had accidentally seen his 16 year old sister naked, but, only for about a second. I asked him if he would like to see Melissa without clothes on...not even panties. He asked me if I d

idn't care. I told him "no". I said it would turn me on, and told him that the only thing that would turn me on more would be to watch him stick his dick into her pussy. I told him to follow me into the bedroom. The shower was still running, and Melissa was singing in the shower. I opened the door, and told her I was really horny thinking about what had happened at the Hollister store. She admitted that she had thought about it all day. When you come out. I want to fuck you, I told her, and she said that she would be right out.

I told the kid to take off his clothes. He immediately began undressing, and when he got down to his boxer shorts, I couldn't help but notice how big his dick was. I took off my clothes and a few minutes later Melissa walked out. She was towel-drying her hair, and didn't see us at first. Then the towel dropped. She saw us sitting on the edge of the bed. I was half-hard, but, the boy had a huge hard-on and it was at least 10 inches long. Her nipples were very hard, and I knew she was instantly turned on, but, she knew the boy and his parents quite well, and pretended to be shy aout what she knew was going to happen. She made no effort to cover anything, and when I told her to walk over to us, she did without any objection.

She sat down betwen us, and made a comment about the size of the boy's dick and put her fingers round it. She grabbed mine and I became very hard. I told the boy to feel her pussy, and watched Melissa slightly spread her thighs giving him easy access. It was soaking wet. I told him to put a finger inside and watched as he did. She moaned, began squeezing my dick really hard. I told her to slid up into the bed.

We followed her, and she was on her back with legs spread, and ready for some dick. I told him to rub it up and down her pussy, but, not to put it in. He put the head of his dick on her pussy, but before he could rub it up and down, Melissa thrust forward and I watched his dick slam into her all the way to his balls. He began fucking her very fast and almost immediately she began to cum. She told him to fuck her harder and faster and deeper, and she went off more intenese than I had ever seen her. He began cumming, and every time he pulled back, cum would run down her thighs to the crack of her butt. I fely myself about to cum, and moved toward her face and began cumming. Melissa opened her mouth as streams of my cum shot toward her...unto her tongue.

She made a few remarks about his age, but, a few minutes moved gher head down and amde him hard again with her tongue and lips.

Melissa was fucked, sucked, licked, spanked, rubbed, fingered...and got all the cum any girl could possibly need in one night.

At one moment, we both came on Melissa's nipples and she came without anyone touching her pussy. She came when she felt our cum hit her nipples.

Melissa, who until a few says ago came across as so reserved and shy, has become a cum loving, sex craving, fucking "machine", and I love it.

Melissa is 28 years old...a tall very pretty blonde. You could run into her at the Battlefield Mall, and if the timing is right, find your dick fucking her tight little hot cum-loving pussy.

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Intimate Confessions

Veronique 5469 days ago on Sex Stories

ormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none">IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m Veronique, bisexual, recently divorced and am a bit of a nymphomaniac! IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m very clitoral and anal and I love masturbating my little clitoris while prodding the tip of my finger in my tight arse. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m slim and leggy, now 39 and lucky to still have a firm, slender body with young skin. I love sex and have always enjoyed exhibiting myself.

IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m the youngest of three sisters in my family. My Matisse mother is from French Guadeloupe and I guess my passionate side is from my motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Caribbean nature. She was nicknamed Ã‚Â«Ã‚Â ColibriÃ‚Â Ã‚Â» Creole for the hummingbird as she flitted about endlessly. She told us that her father was a French aristocrat and that my Creole grandmother had been needed for social reasons to disguise his homosexuality. Upon his death my grandmother was nevertheless left with three children, destitute, without any inheritance.Ã‚Â My mother told me that, being a desirable matisse girl, she had been told she was to marry a wealthy business man and to do whatever he told her to do even before marriage. He paid my grandmother money but never married my mother. My English father was a diver engineer and married my mother instead, when she became pregnant with my eldest sister. My father was always very handsome and kept in good physical shape all his life. My sisters were born in Guadeloupe while I was born, six years later, in northern France, where my parents came to live. My mother told me that I had been an accident, that I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really wanted at the time.Ã‚Â I inherited my fatherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s light and sensitive white skin with dark reddish hair. I am 1m73 tall with hazel and green eyes. My eldest sister has an Asiatic Indian complexion while my other sister looks more Hispanic. My mother died from cancer when I was 14.Ã‚Â My father was never happily married to my mother, being very demanding, and my father being very authoritarian. My sisters were often beaten for the slightest of reasons while I, on the other hand, became my fatherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s favorite. There was nothing I could do wrong in his eyes and I was constantly held as an example against my sisters. I guess as a result I have always got away with everything. I often ran around the house either totally naked or in just a tee shirt without any knickers. My father would pinch or slap me on the bum laughingly calling me his little harlot or would put me across his knee and give me a spanking on my naked bum while I giggled and yelled.Ã‚Â I would sit on his lap as he would caress or cuddle me. I always wanted to please my father. I was his only real pleasure in life and I thrived on his admiration of my looks and my developing body especially during my puberty.

I always wanted to grow up to be a fashion model and loved dressing up and make up. I loved parading myself, being the center of attention and constantly sought the reassurances from my father that what I wore looked good. He always encouraged me with what I chose and let me buy whatever I wanted. My father and I spent a lot of time together, as my sisters had already married before my motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s death. He constantly criticised my sistersÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ and their husbands, always blaming my mother for having badly brought them up. After my motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s death I would go to his bedroom late at night and cuddle up to him in bed. I found his strong masculine fatherly smell very reassuring and even his prickly unshaven face tickled me comfortably. On several occasions I felt him harden as I snuggled my bum up against him in bed, before he would tell me that I had to go back to my room.

As a young teenager my breasts only developed slightly and the boys of my own age didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t seem interested in me. I started to explore my sexuality very early on. I found I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stop myself. I have always been easily excited and took every opportunity to play with myself. I would rub myself against the end of the bed and was always poking all sorts of different things into my very small pussy or squeezing the handle of my hairbrush inside me. I liked one in my pussy and a pen in my arse at the same time. I let my father catch me in my room lying naked on the bed with my hairbrush handle all the way up inside me and pretended embarrassment. Every night, when I went to bed he would come to kiss me good night and I would often ask him to tickle me to send me to sleep, which it never did. His hands used to run all over up and down my body always leaving me feeling that I wanted more. Sometimes his fingers would wonder onto my panties and he would caress around my pussy, as if it was part of tickling me. I loved that especially, even though I knew that I shouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be enjoying it so much.

I soon started exploring kissing and gentle caresses with my other girlfriends.

The older boys started to take an interest in me but the most they would do was kiss and try to fumble about with my little breasts. They didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t realize that I really wanted to loose my virginity. It wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t until I started babysitting for a working couple with two young boys that I actually really lost my virginity. The husband used to watch me in the bathroom while his kids were in the bath. One evening when his wife was working late the kids had splashed about so much my tee shirt had become soaking wet. My little breasts and nipples had developed just a little and were visible through the cotton material. When his eyes caught sight of them my nipples hardened instantly. After the kids were in bed he gave me one of his wifeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s tee shirts and told me to take mine off. He stared at my pert little breasts as I did as he told me. I felt very excited as I realised the effect this had had on him. It made me feel grown up.

Soon afterwards, when his wife was working on the weekend, he asked me to come over.Ã‚Â In the afternoon the kids were having their siesta and I had dosed off too on the sofa. I awoke to find him stroking my hair. He said not to say anything and slowly moved his hand down over my breasts massaging them gently. I moaned, faintly arching my back and bringing my little breasts forward a bit more. He slid his hand under my top and pinched my nipples firmly between his finger and thumb. I was electrified! He moved his hand down and undid my jean buttons and wriggling my arse a bit I helped him slide them down to my knees. He pushed my soft cotton knickers, massaging them into my very tight virginal pussy and then slid his finger under them and started to rub me. It made me so horny. He took his trousers off and taking his cock in his hand guided it to my pussy. He pushed and prodded into me. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really understand the new sensations then and I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know what I was supposed to do. He seemed to be fucking me very hard and energetically until, sweating, he tensed up, pulled himself from inside me and ejaculated over my slightly blooded pussy.

The next time my father was caressing me in bed I asked him if he wanted to ejaculate over me. He got very embarrassed, said I was a very naughty girl to talk like that and got up to leave. I felt rather embarrassed afterwards but discovered that talking like that excited me.

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Where we lived in france there was nothing for teenagers. It was deadly dull. You had to go across the border to Belgium for any nightlife.

On my seventeenth birthday an older boy, Serge, took me to a disco with his brother and some friends in his car. They had lots to drink and had smoked some joints. On the way home in the car they were saying that they didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t bother with girls that wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t go all the way. I said that I would and slipped of my panties throwing them at Serge. He was driving too fast and crashed into a tree on a corner. His brother was killed. I had a broken check bone and was covered in small cuts from the broken glass.

My boyfriend, Serge, started using heroine and, as I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t face the outside world with my disfigurement, I was soon drawn in. I never went back to school and hid away whilst my face healed, rarely going back home either. My father was furious and I refused to talk to him. I was always angry with my boyfriend, holding him responsible and telling him what an idiot he was, but was unable to leave him.Ã‚Â We were always short of money and desperate, until one time sitting next to SergeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s dealer friend on the sofa, the dealer started to caress my bum, pulling my skirt up further until his hand was inside my panties, while my useless boyfriend got high. Pulling my panties aside, he unzipped himself and fucked me in the bum on the sofa. The following occasion he asked me to undress in front of everyone in the room before telling me to lie down on the mattress on the floor. The others watched him fuck me, too stoned to even get a hard on or to join in. Then he phoned inviting us around and introduced me to one of his friends, who took me into a bedroom on our own. After he had finished I came out into the room and my boyfriend was gone. They told me not to worry he would be back soon and gave me another fix. When Serge returned he had my bag with some of my things and then left, leaving me there. My memory of that period is very unclear and I have no real sense of time. It is incredible when I think back that I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t feel any resistance to what was happening to me. I was very angry and couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t understand why this accident had happened to me instead of someone else. The way people treated me and my disfigured face was all part of the punishment. I knew I had to suffer it and knew I was a bad girl and deserved it.

One day my sister turned up with her husband and took me back home with her. I detoxed and then moved back with my father. He had no idea what had really happened, as my sister never told him the whole story. He was happy though that I was back and made me feel good inside again. He always made me feel special and really spoilt me.Ã‚Â My small scares from the glass healed sooner then I thought and disappeared altogether.Ã‚Â I still have an obsession with facial creams and looking after my body.

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I was very young and changes happened very quickly then. My father had talked me into going to a secretarial school, which I found very boring.Ã‚Â Ã‚Â At mid eighteen I had completely gotten over my depressive state and my sexual libido had fired up again. I became persistently aroused. My father had pornographic magazines and videos, which he would read or watch late at night. When he was out I would look through some of his magazines and watch bits of his videos in an excited frenzy. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe some of the things that they did in the videos. They filled my imagination and I became more curious about my bisexuality. I dreamed of being a porn star but have always being too worried that my scares would be visible. I never like people taking photos of me.

That summer my cousin, Fiona, came to visit from England, on her own, taking the boat train across the channel.Ã‚Â We slept together in my double bed, soon discovering each otherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s bodies. She was even more of a nymphomaniac then me. We were very soon playing with and licking each otherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s for hours on end. I was sure that my father knew something was happening as we no doubt made so much noise, but we didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really care. We started to enjoy flouting our sexuality in front of him, which we found very funny, as he clearly didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know how to react.

We were sunbathing in the garden while father read his paper. We both undid our tops in front of him exposing our breast, which wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t all that unusual, but which unsettled him nevertheless. Then, lying down, we began to oil each other. I slipped out of my bikini bottoms and lay there in the sun totally naked, giggling with my cousin. I moved over to sit on her bum and started to rub more oil onto my cousinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s back, whilst slowly gyrating my pussy on her. I could see that my father was clearly pretending not to be paying much attention. Feeling that I could go further I pulled the bow of my cousinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s string bikini bottoms, lifting them aside, and started to massage her bum and thighs. I slid my hand down to caress her pussy making her very wet and massaged my pussy on the back of her leg. Father lowered his paper to get a better view. We were both getting so excited it was becoming impossibly difficult to not let ourselves completely go.

My father was very red and got up, going back into the house. I could see him looking through the bedroom window, watching us. Fiona turned over onto her back and nudging her legs apart I looked up at my father before lowering my head into her pussy, licking and flicking her clitoris with my tongue. Turning around, I moved on top of her to let her lick my pussy while I was licking hers, with my arse now pointing up in the air towards the house, until we brought each other to climax. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m sure that my father was masturbating in the bedroom watching me.

Fiona wanted to go to the Cote dÃ¢â‚¬â„¢Azur so we took the train and our rucksacks and stayed in a campsite, exploring each other's bodies in the tent. We would lie in the hot tent opposite each other using our toes to caress and prod each otherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s wet pusses. We met lots of blokes who kept inviting us out. I had become very defensive and gave them a hard time, enjoying the reactions I got at their rejections. Fiona started hanging out more and more with a bloke she had met. I met Patricia who ran the boulangerie with her husband by the campsite. They had recently had their first baby. I immediately warmed to Patricia and her baby like to an elder sister. While her husband was in the bakery I helped Patricia with her baby and started sun bathing topless with her in their private garden. She had a large maternal bosom full of milk. When I started to rub sun lotion onto myself Patricia took the bottle and started to do my shoulders and back. I moaned with pleasure as her hands caressed my body and I gently lifted my arms at the right moment to let her hands slide around in front and caress the sides of my small pert breasts. She made them very erect. I turned and we kissed, rubbing our breasts together. I was so turned on suckling milk from her breasts. Her vagina was still large from childbirth and my thin hand easily slipped fully inside her. I left that day but came back the next and met with her husband to whom she had told everything. He was very nice and very well built with strong bakersÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ arms with large hands and when Patricia suggested that I stay for the night I readily agreed. That night Patricia lay on her back on the bed while I licked her clitoris with my arse sticking up in the air while her well-endowed husband was furiously fucking my pussy, really pumping me hard, until he just exploded inside me letting out a primal groan. Patricia got annoyed and told him not to wake the baby with so much noise. In the morning Patricia and her husband were already up while I lay longer in bed. Patricia came in with a coffee and I asked her if she was ok. She was clearly jealous of her husband's enthusiasm the night before but said it was ok and only to be expected and we laughed it off. Soon her husband came back after having finished the morning bakery and came into the bedroom to shower and change for the afternoon. He joked with Patricia and me as we watched him undress and shower in the ensuite bathroom. When he came out he sat on the bed with us and started to caress my leg under the sheet, in front of Patricia. As he moved his hand up higher to my inner thigh I sighed with pleasure and started to caress Patricia. She wasn't looking very happy but I was feeling very horny again. The baby started crying so Patricia went to pick him up and started to breast feed him in the other room.

I pulled the bed sheet aside a little and opened my legs to show my wet pussy. He immediately started to caress my pussy pushing first one then two of his thick fingers into me and then climbed on top of me right away and started to fuck me really hard again. The bed was squeaking and I was moaning. I could see Patricia standing there in the doorway holding their baby in her arms, breast-feeding him, watching us with anguish on her face. I was over whelmed with sexual adrenaline by the power I had over her and her husband. I soon orgasmed with the excitement of the situation and the hardest and biggest dick I had ever had inside me.

My cousin and I soon afterwards returned home and she continued back to England.Ã‚Â My father was very glad that I was back. That night he came into my room to kiss me good night and asked me if I had met any nice boys. I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t lying when I shyly said Ã¢â‚¬Å“noÃ‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Âand that I would never like other boys as much as I loved him in any case. His hand was under the bed covers caressing my leg and moving up to my thigh. I giggled and told him that I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have any panties on. He was trying to hide a bulge in his trousers that he somehow thought I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see and ran his hand up and down from my leg onto my waist over where the side of my panties would have been. As he ran his hand down to my inner thigh I parted my legs to encourage him towards my pussy.Ã‚Â He started gently caressing and massaging my pussy. I giggled again and drew back the bed covers to show him my completely naked body. He got up to leave kissing me good night again, quickly turning to hide his erection. My father was the only man who really loved and cared for me and had never remarried to bring me up on his own after my motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s death. I always found his touch was very soft and erotic. I lay there unable to sleep tossing and turning until I realized that I could hear noises of a porno film from the living room. I lay there in bed still agitated, fantasying about being a porno star myself, being fucked by loads of men with my arse wide open to the camera and having my father there in the audience smiling at me every time I looked to see his reassurances. I knew I could please him more than any porno star on his videos. I got out of bed naked and quietly walked into the living room. He was there in his armchair in the dark, his hand slowly moving up and down in his lap. On the TV screen a bloke was screwing a girl in her arse while she was giving a blowjob to another guy. I came forward until he realized that I was there, hiding his penis in his hand and looking very embarrassed. I stood in front of him with my legs slightly parted and caressed myself gently. His erection stood out on itsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ own. I straddled the armchair and slid his erection straight into me my wet pussy. I slowly gyrated and rode up and down on him until he pulled back and slipped out of me spurting his cum over my pussy and stomach. I got up to get some kitchen role and gently wiped him dry. He was really very nervous so I kissed him goodnight and quietly went back to my bedroom to continue massaging my clitoris between my fingers, still dreaming about being my fatherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s favorite porno star with sperm shooting all over my wide open arse, until I had climaxed twice.Ã‚Â

The following morning was bright and sunny again and I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t feel that there was any point putting my knickers on, especially considering the evening before. I pulled a tee shirt on that was only just long enough to cover my bum and went to join my father for breakfast. I stood up on my toes and kissed him good morning. I turned around to start making coffee and had to reach up to the top cupboard, lifting my tee shirt high up above my naked bum. As I realized the obviousness of this I felt his hand clasping my bum. He moved his hands up to my waist slightly pulling me towards him. I pushed my bum back onto his erection. All of a sudden I felt the flesh of his penis on my bum and with the wetness of my pussy he slipped straight inside me again. He started fucking me quite hard from behind until he pulled out and spurted his cum all over my bum. I turned and hugged him, letting him squeeze me in his arms. After he settled down he started apologizing, saying that he should never have let this happen and then he started getting angry calling me a little prick teaser, saying that I should wear panties at least at breakfast. I told him to learn how to control his hard on, when he slapped me on the face and said that I had always been a little tart and must have got it from my mother. I ran to my room and cried in bed, worrying whether my face was still all right. A few hours later my father came in saying he was sorry and that it was his fault for everything and took me in his arms. We agreed that I mustnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t parade around naked in the house anymore and that this was never to happen again and that at my age I should find myself a proper boyfriend.

I never completed the secretarial training but did a course for shop window dressing in womenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢sÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ clothing and started dating a Belgium, Stephan, who lived across the border. My father pretended to like him very much but really he was a sorry looser for a boyfriend. He was a bit effeminate with a ponytail, thin arms and legs. He worked in a cafe as the barman. He got me a job serving at the tables and I moved into his apartment with him. That was in my early twenties. He was a bit of a mother's boy and we had arguments all the time. One time, while working in the cafe, I had a proposition from a mature couple from Luxembourg, that I could not refuse. He was an older man and his wife was a well-dressed middle-aged woman with large breasts. They were often at the cafe and one day serving them at their table the woman softly took my hand and looked at me straight in the eyes and explained that she had always fantasized about a bisexual experience but had never had one. Her husband proposed to pay me, roughly what I earned in the month, and added that he only wanted to watch. They were so harmless I said ok and agreed to meet them. I told Stephan I was meeting with a girlfriend and disappeared off.Ã‚Â They took me to a very smart hotel in Luxembourg and they primed me up with champagne in the room they had hired. I went into the bathroom and showered coming out completely naked with just a towel rapped around my hair. The lights were already dimmed and the woman stood up from her husband, leaving him seated as he had said. I came over to her and started to undress her and then as she lay down on the bed I knelt over her and started to kiss her body as she ran her fingers through my hair. She brought my head up to hers and we embraced and rolled our bodies together, her large breasts reminding me of Patricia's. We made love and we both came to orgasms. I got dressed and took the money, still very turned on, kissed the woman and left. I took a taxi back to the apartment. I was still so excited when I arrived back home that even after I got Stephan to fuck me I continued rubbing my clitoris and poking my fingertip in my arse until I had come a third time that night. Even then I still didn't calm down completely. It had been very erotic.

On another occasion I came back from visiting my father and when the train arrived at the station in Belgium, Stephan was not there to meet me. He had forgotten and I had been chatted up by a really gorgeous bloke on the train, who I had tried not to encourage, to be faithful to Stephan. I felt cheated and when I saw the same bloke from the train still watching me waiting, in my anger, I went up to him and told him that if he wanted to have sex with me he could!Ã‚Â He took me to his apartment and introduced me to his flat mate. We had a few drinks and lots of laughs as I was so horny and excited from what I was doing because I felt totally liberated from any guilt. They were playing a compilation and one of my favorite songs came on. I stood up and told them to remain seated on the sofa and started a very sexy striptease. I knelt down over the armchair opposite them with my arse and pussy sticking up in the air, slowly caressing myself. I told them not to move but that they should unzip themselves. I licked my finger and slowly eased it in and out of my tight arse, using my other hand to keep my bum wide open. I then told the boys to strip and pushed one back onto his sofa and then sat on him, first taking his cock in my hand and rubbing my clitoris with the head of his cock while he shivered with ticklish pain. I guided his cock into my vagina and rode up and down him a few times, pushing his penis head further inside me and then took his friendsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ penis with my hand, guiding it to my mouth. I ran my hand up and down his long shaft sucking him as deeply as I could. Then I told him to get back behind me and to put his dick to good use in my unattended arse. He struggled a little at first but soon managed to push his way in on top of his flat mate. It felt great having one dick in my vagina and another up my arse rubbing together inside me. I was building up to a satisfying orgasm and started rubbing my clitoris at the same time. All that attention made me climax, stimulating the two boys to shoot their loads up me. I could feel cum starting to dribble out of both my arse and pussy in the taxi as I arrived home to a rather surprised and very apologetic Stephan. I said no problem and that it was probably me who had told him the wrong day! When he felt safe again we embraced and I made him lick my clitoris and arse until I orgasmed again, all the time apologizing for the salty taste saying that it was because I hadn't showered yet from the journey!!! I was feeling in a bitchy mood and Stephan was so easy to dominate. After he had brought me off I climbed on top of him taking his dick in my hand rubbing it against my clitoris again and then sliding it inside me riding up and down. I asked if he liked that, me on top, if he liked being dominated by bitches. He nodded and his stupid smug boyish face made me so angry. I pushed his face flat against the pillow with my open hand, pushing him harder in the check while I fucked him more violently. Like that I said, you like me hurting you? I clenched my fingers digging them into his face. I could feel his flesh catching under my fingernails. He completely clenched up struggling to back away from me. He pushed and half hit me aside saying that I had gone crazy. I said sorry and meowed softly pretending to purr, rubbing myself against him. I said that I had been too naughty and that he should give me a good spanking on the bottom. Offering my bum in the air he gave me a gently slap. I said that I had been naughtier then that, that he should slap my bum harder. I unslipped his leather belt from his jeans and folding it told him to use that. He swung the belt slapping it hard across my bottom making me cringe with the pain. It hurt me much more then I had thought it would. The sharp slapping pain was intense, stinging by bottom and bringing tears to my eyes as he continued. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stop him, enjoying the feeling that I deserved it, having had two other blokes inside me just before. I told him to fuck me hard from behind. Each time he slammed into my buttocks I could feel the stinging until I shuddered to another orgasm. I had blue bruises on my behind afterwards and Stephan had to pretend that he got scratched falling into a bush.

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I wanted to explore my sexuality more and more and Stephan was not satisfying me enough. I was permanently aroused, often masturbating myself in front of him whilst he paid no attention. He was too conventional and too immature to excite me on his own initiative. One day I discovered a new shop that sold kinky clothing. A short black leather mini skirt and some long black high-heeled boots attracted me. I tried them on and they were fantastic. The woman working there said that there were more interesting objects in the back room. They had lots of different vibrators and whips and things. As soon as I saw it took my fancy immediately and I knew that Stephan was just the person I needed to try it out with. It was a strap on cock, which I have still have today. When I got home I showed him the mini skirt saying that he was going to take me out to a club that night. I danced loads that evening showing off my bum in my new leather mini and high-heeled boots. We were sitting behind a round bar, mostly behind the barman and in the dark, and I made him play with my pussy whilst I innocently sipped at my drink. I made sure he was satisfactorily horny. When we arrived back at the apartment he pushed me onto the fold out sofa as I took my top off. He took his trousers off revealing a nice hard cock. I took him in my mouth and started to caress his buttocks slowly moving my finger closer towards his arse. He was very aroused and thought I was being very kinky. Little did he know! I told him to lie down and sucking him even more, lifted his legs up to start licking his arse. I stopped and said that I had a surprise for him and went into the bedroom and put on the strap on dildo. I came out again with lubricant and poured some over his cock and started to wank him off. He said that it felt great. I worked my fingers towards his arse hole slowly working one inside him with the lubricant. I had his legs in the air and pushing them further towards him I guided the dildo up to his arse. I gently nudged it into him while, leaning back, I wanked his cock at the same time with my available hand. I pushed his buttocks further apart and pumped him harder and harder biting my teeth together. I told him to call me a bitch and to beg to be fucked harder. He shot his load high into the air. I took the strap on off and turning around sat over his face telling him to lick me and push his finger up my arse.

The job at the bar was very uneventful and I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stand Stephan any longer so I told him we were finished. I quit working at the bar and I asked him to move out of the apartment. I got a job with a small fashion designer making dresses but told Stephan that as long as he agreed to continue paying the rent he could come back and fuck me occasionally. The first time he came back I made him feel comfortable and let him fuck me on the bed but on the following visit I just welcomed him in without even kissing him telling him that I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have much time. I undressed in front of him and lay down on my front on the sofa telling him to take me from behind. He lay on top of me penetrating me from behind. He was nice and hard, as I like cocks to be, and clearly too excited to be his usual complicated self. He came quickly and as I wiped myself of his sperm I showed him to the door saying that I will see him next time. It was great being such a slut. He really had no idea how horny it made me. He kept phoning me and begging me for us to get back together. The next time he asked me if I had already met someone else. I told him about some one-night stands but said that if he wanted sex he should get on with it or just leave. He undressed as I unzipped and slid out of my mini skirt and knickers. I sat back on the sofa again with my legs spread apart. He wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t very hard and had difficulty getting his cock inside me. I told him that if he couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get a hard on there was no point in trying, but he desperately insisted that he could now that his cock was inside me. I could feel him hardening in me and told him to hurry up. He started really sweating frantically trying to cum as quickly as possible. I told him that the blokes who I had been with since we split up had much firmer cocks and could fuck me harder. His erection died off on the spot so I pushed him aside and put my knickers back on. He kept saying that he was just about to cum and that heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s still very horny and desperate to finish. I said that he could wank himself off on the sofa. He started to rub his cock up and down in his hand without much success. He asked if he could have some hand cream, which I gave him from the bathroom. I said that he still wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even hard. He insisted that it was getting harder if only I would do something sexy. He had no idea at all how much fun I was really having humiliating him. I pulled up my top showing him my breasts. He instantly got hard again and started to wank himself. I turned around and bending over, slowly lowered my knickers again pushing my pussy up to his face, just close enough for him to smell the perfume of my pussy. I then lay down on the ground spreading my legs apart, caressing my pussy, opening it wide with my fingers and then sliding one in all the way. He was wanking away furiously as I told him to come over and shoot his load over my open pussy. He pushed his cock towards my open pussy still wanking himself and shot his sperm straight into me as I held my pussy lips wide open. As he finished I told him to get down and lick all his cum from out of my pussy. Holding his head I kept his face in my pussy until I was properly finished too.

I changed jobs to work as a shop assistant for womenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s clothing at Tiffanys in Luxembourg, though I continued to live in Belgium. The rent was very expensive in StephanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s old apartment but not as expensive as in Luxembourg. After Stephan stopped paying the rent I had to take a night job in addition at an old run down Ã¢â‚¬Å“cafÃƒÂ© concertÃ¢â‚¬Â cabaret club on the border between Belgium and Holland, near Luxembourg. There were lots of drugs coming in from Holland but I refused to touch heroine again. I was serving drinks and collecting empty glasses and was not expected to wear very much. I started slightly timidly, until I realized that the blokes werenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t actually as badly behaved as I thought they would be. I would let them squeeze my bum or put their arm around me. The clients tipped very well, especially those from Luxembourg. The boss organized theme evenings, the most popular being tropical night, serving rum punch dressed only in a string bikini. I could wear very sexy outfits and was constantly aroused at work, but also very frustrated. It was difficult meeting people outside of work with its long hours and I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t actually having much sex. At work, I got on really well with Mireille, one of the other girls. She had a long-term boyfriend and was always pushing me on to do things she wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t dare do herself. We both flirted like mad with Jos the Flemish barman who had a perfect six-pack but proved to be discreetly gay. The boss was always after me, putting his arm around me and constantly touching me. He gave me extra money to buy skimpy sexy bikinis or semi see-through outfits. He also gave me cocaine from time to time to help with the long hours. It didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take long before he would run his hand under my short skirt feeling my bum and inevitably groping my pussy. I could see that he got quite a kick from doing this as publicly as possible. One night, when we were cleaning up after the clients had gone I was sitting down on a bar stool inside the bar smoking a cigarette. He came over and gave me a little line of coke, then put his hands on my legs, caressed them apart, reached up to my panties and slowly pulled them down, taking them off altogether. I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t very surprised and let him caress me a little more. He knelt down and buried his head between my legs. After a few stares from the other employees they soon ignored us. I think I surprised him though coming to an orgasm so quickly. He unzipped himself intending to enter me but I asked him what type of a girl he thought I was. He stood there disappointed not sure what to do. He offered me some money. I proposed a strip tease instead for the same amount. I had often fantasized of stripping in the club so I put some music on and started dancing. I lifted my top off and wriggled out of my mini skirt, just keeping my high heels on. Indicating for him to sit down I came over to lap dance over him telling him he could wank himself off. He didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take long shooting his sperm over his own trousers.

After that he was always desperate for me. I let him drive me home after work, allowing him to quickly wank himself after watching me play with my little clitoris, sliding my wet pussy on the black leather passenger seat of his BMW. He supplied me liberally with cocaine or speed for the late nights at work.

He told me that he had been thinking about having a full striptease every now and again in the club and asked if I would do it. I knew I really wanted to but for some reason I said no.

He found a dutch stripper to do a striptease towards the end of the night, one saturday. She was blonde with firm round breasts and was an excellent dancer. She certainly animated the dance area and we were kept very busy at the bar. The evening was building up with anticipation until the boss finally announced her striptease. At the end she pulled the two sides of her bikini string, quickly revealing her neatly trimmed pussy before covering herself up and scampered back to the storeroom. After that evening I became more adventurous myself in the club. I experimented with short skirts that could barely cover my transparent panties or slightly longer figure hugging skirts but with no knickers at all. It made bending down for drinks behind the bar an event! Doing a striptease with the dutch girl became my regular masturbation fantasy so the next time she came back I went into the back room where she was changing, offered her a little coke that the boss had given me, and asked her what it was like, stripping in public. She said that she had really had lots of good fun. I touched her bunny tail that she had just put on and laughed again saying that I agreed it did seem like good fun. She then pulled out another bunny tailed G-string and tee shirt from her bag and laughingly said that I should put them on and join her. I said yes, having hoped for this opportunity, stripped off and put the tee shirt and G-sting on. She looked at me standing there and said that I was very beautiful and very lucky to have such a gorgeous body and that I should show it off completely! She really hit the right spot. She ran her hands down my tee shirt making my small but erect breasts stand out a little more, gave me a little kiss on the lips and said she would see me later on in the club. I went back serving at the bar waiting until the boss announced the striptease. The others had guessed what I was up to.

The boss was very happy when I went to join the dutch girl on the dance floor. We danced together running our hands up and down our bodies. Everyone was cheering and it made me so horny that I nearly couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t contain myself.Ã‚Â She then crossed her arms and lifted her tee shirt up slowly over her head throwing it aside. She danced still looking at me as I followed and crossed my arms and lifted my tee shirt off as well. She took me by the hand again and kept me dancing. She then continued to run her hands up and down her body caressing her breasts. I followed, squeezing my nipple between my finger and thumb, and smiling, as I had never been so excited in all my life. The blokes were really enjoying this and I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t resist moving my hands onto her body. Cocaine always makes me really horny. I started caressing her breasts, pulling her closer rubbing our breasts together. The boss was smiling, things having been beyond his best expectations! She then caressed my bum and knelt down slowly taking down my g-string with her. I covered my shaved pussy with my two hands as I stepped out of my string. I then moved behind her pulling her body close onto mine to cover me as I too knelt down taking off her g-string as well. The guys behind me must have had a good view, as I felt very conscious bending down knowing that my bum was clearly visible. I followed her back to the storeroom gathering up the g-string as I went which I quickly put back on in order to continue serving behind the bar topless. Everyone wanted to buy drinks at the bar and having all those blokes just drooling over my tits was making my pussy so wet. The boss loved it.

The evening slowed down finally as people began to leave. I was sitting at the bar, having had some more coke, smoking a cigarette and drinking champagne, that the boss had offered us on the house, with the blonde stripper and several blokes desperately trying to chat us up. She was already in her normal clothes ready to leave but I had the tee shirt already back on as well as the string. With so many blokes, as well as the boss, all drooling over me it must have been perfectly obvious that I was just waiting for something to happen. The damp patch between my legs must have been clearly visible as I could feel my thighs sliding against each other when I moved, lubricated by my pussy juices.Ã‚Â The stripper got up to leave and said that I could keep the string and tee shirt. I stood up, said no its ok, smiled, crossed my arms again and lifted the tee-shirt off and then bent down taking the now very wet bunny g-string off as well. The blokes were enjoying this and the blonde stripper laughed. I asked her to stay with us a little longer but she said no she had her boyfriend waiting at home for her. She kissed me on the lips again in front of the very excited men and left.

I said to the boss that that just leaves me and, smiling, I sat back on the swivel barstool now completely naked apart from my high heels. Facing the boss and the other blokes, I slowly parting my legs running my hand down my body towards my pussy.Ã‚Â I took my little pea of my clitoris in between my two forefingers and thumb and gently squeezed it, opening my mouth with a little ohh. One of the blokes knelt down in front of me immediately. I had worked up quite a juice and was soon having muscle spasms and pushing on his head as he expertly licked me. I stood up, unzipped his bulging cock in front of the others, and knelt down in my turn to suck him off. He could hardly hold himself. I stood up again before he came and went round to the side of the swivel chair leaning my elbows and forearms on it with my arse sticking up in the air. He drove his hard cock into me. I turned to my boss and asked him what he wanted to do. He unzipped himself and offered his cock to my mouth. I was surprised how quickly he shot his sperm inside my mouth. I then felt a hand run up my back to my neck grabbing a hold of my hair and pulling my head backwards as another hard cock penetrated me. The other blokes who had been watching unzipped themselves, waiting to satisfy their cocks. I tried to gasp with pleasure but I had two cocks in my mouth already while being fucked hard by some bloke from behind. I was already dripping with sperm as he pulled his cock out of me and slowly slid it into my tight arse. Again I gasped. By this stage there were more men who soon unzipped themselves leaving their dicks hanging out.

I moved from the bar to the seating area, bringing Jos over with me, positioning myself on my knees sticking my bum up in the air and told Jos that I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t going to let him get away tonight. I gestured for two more cocks again for my mouth. I felt a sudden spurt hit the corner of my eye and run down my check as someone ejaculated over my hair and side of my face. The guy whose cock I was sucking suddenly pulled it out of my mouth and wanking himself ejaculated all over my face as well, as I heard Jos obviously ejaculate from behind. After all I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see what should be so different with my bum for a gay bloke. Before I could think what was happening there was already another bloke with a stiff hard cock pushing it into my mouth and again another from behind. I could see sperm dripping off my body. My hair was covered with sperm and my arse was getting painful but I was now in a trance of my wildest emotions and I wanted more and more. I was going to let everyone fuck me to kingdom cum. I thought of my father, if he could see me now heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d see that I was better then any porn star heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d ever seen on video. I pulled two cocks towards me again pushing them into my mouth at the same time, to the continued astonishment of their owners. I was getting it very hard in the arse wondering if they would ever get back into my pussy. I could feel the sperm running down over my pussy and then down my legs. I wiped some more sperm from my eyes with the back of my hand just as another load of sperm came shooting forward. I had to keep my eyes shut, as they were stinging with salty sperm. A lot of them were furiously wanking themselves and just spurting thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re cum over me. I was just euphoric as men were pushing about to get nearer to me. I already knew that I liked being a dirty slut but just how much I was now really finding out! Some of them were calling me Ã¢â‚¬Å“putain de salopeÃ¢â‚¬Â and Ã¢â‚¬Å“prend ca dans la geulle bitchÃ¢â‚¬Â as they shot their sperm in my face. This was just heaven. There was so much sperm all over me and on the floor around me. I noticed that the boss had come back for more. I felt my arse was going to split as they were trying to hold my slippery bum checks so wide apart as others were fucking it.

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The owner and the doorman started guiding them out and I stood up absolutely dripping in sperm, totally stunned with myself and in a state of shock. I started to tremble. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stand straight my arse hurt so much. I got stomach cramps and slipped on the floor, my hands sliding in all the sperm. There were lots of condoms lying about on the floor but I started to worry about those that hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t used one. The boss helped me up and took me to the back room and tried to help me get cleaned up a little. Still trembling I put my clothes on. My hair was just disgusting all sticking together with jelly globs, but there was nothing I could do to improve it. I had drying sperm all over me that was sticking to my tee-shirt as I tried to pull it on. The boss said he would take me home. It was already daylight when we went outside and people were busy starting their day. I must have looked a real sight. In the car I didn't say anything. My arse and stomach were really hurting and I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t sit still.

After that eventful evening I had to stay at home for several days until I could walk more normally without my arse hurting so much. I was so worried about what diseases I could have caught. I really could not believe how lucky I was with the results of the blood tests. I had them redone to be sure and thought I shall never be so carefree again.

I was soon back to work though. Mirelle couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe that I had been such a slut and I could see she was burning with jealousy. Her boyfriend had proposed to her and she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t going to confuse things she said. Jos said he had really enjoyed my arse and had been very turned on with all the other blokes about. The doorman treated me like royalty after that and although I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really like him much it did feel good knowing that he was looking after me. We had more regular stripper nights thereafter. The boss kept a good balance only having special stripping nights occasionally so as not to singularize the clientele.Ã‚Â I had always been dressing sexily but after that first stripping night I became even more adventurous. I had bought a black fish net one-piece bodice, covering my nipples with a cross of black electrical tape, showing my bare breasts and the rest of my naked body underneath. I had to totally shave my pussy to wear it when I worked behind the bar as it just covered my pussy up to my clitoris, but no further. I experimented bleaching my hair blonde but found it didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t suit me, so I dyed it bright red instead and had it cut into a short bob. It was very sexy. One particular night we had a private party hire the bar and I ended up dancing on a table as the group of blokes had been tipping me all evening.Ã‚Â I took my g-string off altogether and opened my legs wide, parting my pussylips for all to view. It got such a cheer as I started to slide first one and then two fingers inside. I suddenly realized that I was bringing myself close to orgasm, but by then it was too late and I had to go all the way to the absolute astonishment of everyone. I hurried back to the safety of the storeroom expecting trouble from the now very aroused blokes. As you can imagine I was constantly propositioned for paid sex but the boss had warned me we had already over stepped the mark too many times and I had to be careful. In any case the tips were already making me more then my pay. There were some occasions when I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help myself though. On an unusually quite evening another group of friends were insisting I do another striptease for them alone. I said it was early, maybe later. They started to offer me more and more money. They were soon the only customers left and I told the doorman to close up and not let anyone else inside. I cleared their table of drinks and began a striptease. They offered me more money to fuck. I lay on the coffee table massaging my open pussy and told them to wank over me instead.

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One of the customers, a bearded Belgium, offered me tequila and I came to sit with him and his friends. Before long his hand had run up the inside of my mini skirt. I got up to leave but suggested he follow me to the gents in a few minutes. I hung around in front of the door to the gents until he arrived taking his hand and closing us in a cubical. I kissed him raising my leg around behind his bum rubbing my pussy on his crutch. He grabbed me by the arm and twisted me around pushing me half over the toilet. He lifted my mini skirt over my bum and pulled my panties aside. Grabbing my then long hair from behind into a ponytail he thrust himself into me in deep full strokes on his thick shaft. He pulled my hair right back hurting me but making me groan out loud. As he fucked me faster and harder he started to slap my bum on one side to the other as he pulled on my hair. I had never been taken with such determination before and he knew just how much I loved it. After he came he slapped me hard on the bum again, zipped himself up, opened the door and left. I still had my knickers down and saw a group of blokes just staring at me through the open door. I quickly pulled myself together and went back to the bar a bit shocked and very surprised. He completely ignored me until I came up to him again and asked him if he would take me home tonight on his bike. He smiled and said fine he would wait. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe he had made me ask him. That night he was very loving and tender in bed.

After dating with him for a couple of months he asked me to move in with him and leave the club. He lived at Waterloo just outside of Bruxelles. He was twenty two years older then me but I was ready to start my own family with him. He had an antique furniture restoration workshop and only dealt with the finest pieces. He drove the top of the range BMW and bought me a Golf as a moving in present. He gave me lots of fine jewelry and indulged my passion for designer haut couture clothes. I desperately wanted a baby but his own adolescent daughter was in a clinical state of depression and was very aggressive and nearly violent towards me. Her mother had been a real bitch and ran off with her husbands lawyer who came from a better social class. He avoided the subject of us having children more and more until I began to wonder if we were ever going to start having a baby.Ã‚Â I wanted to be a mother pure and spiritually clean. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want to make love anymore unless we were going to have a baby. He asked me to marry him and have a baby. I felt very relieved and immediately opened up with an explosion of sexual desire. We got married and honeymooned in New York. Little by little though I understood that he didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really want another baby and that his first family had been enough. His daughter caused us considerable trouble and became very possessive of her father and jealous of me.Ã‚Â He began to have difficulty breathing at night from too many cigarettes and too much alcohol and later had to wear an oxygen mask that kept me awake all night. When his business started going badly as well, and he turned more and more to alcohol I left him, after five years together, only one of which married. I got a job again as a shop assistant, first with Beneton and then in haute couture with Max Mara in Bruxelles.

I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t like living near my ex-husband though, so I decided to move back with my father who had now moved to the sw of France, just outside of Toulouse.

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I had almost been totally faithful to my husband during the entire five years, despite his horrible breathing mask at night! With his good income my husband often paid for me to go to spa centers with the wives of some of his friends. I had one masseur who was very muscular and very good-looking. I asked for an hour-long full body massage. I was wearing a white bathrobe and the room was dimly lit with incense and candles. He said that he would leave the room while I got up onto the massage bed, telling me to lie under the sheet. I immediately slide the robe off my shoulders telling him it was too late he neednÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t leave the room.Ã‚Â Naked I climbed onto the bed as he covered me with the sheet and then lying on my front he ran his powerful hands over my back. When he moved down to my legs he ran his hands all the way up my leg over my bum. His fingers ran temptingly close to my pussy each time. I wasn't going to let him get away with that so the next time I gently parted my legs allowing his hands to slide closer without any obstruction. He quickly got the message and was soon rubbing my soaking pussy. He brought me off to a superb orgasm that really relaxed me. I had often masturbated secretly in the spas as the water jets on my pussy were just too much.

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After I left my first husband I tried a few more relationships that never worked. I had moved in with Christine who worked in the estate agency while trying to find an apartment for me to rent in Toulouse, near where my father was living. I stayed working for Max Mara in Toulouse. Christine and I had hit it off immediately on the first day she was showing me apartments and I spent that night in bed with her. Making love with another woman is a breath of fresh air especially after a divorce. I ended up sharing her apartment with her. She was a bit jealous of me dating blokes all the time but I had explained to her that I wanted a baby. I was feeling on the shelf and wondered if I was ever going to meet a bloke and become a mother. All the guys I met turned out to be disasters. One guy I moved in with was a psychopath, beating me in the face. He burnt all my family and childhood photographs including those I had of my mother. Another took me on holiday to Corsica to his bossesÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ villa. His boss was a complete crook and I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe how naive my boyfriend was. His boss insisted on hitting on me all the time, eventually fucking me in the middle of his living room, in front of everyone, while hosting a party. I left the next day already knowing where that relationship was going! Eventually I met my second husband at a friendÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s wedding. He was English and on our first time in bed together, took my hips in his hands and looking at my flat stomach, said that that was where he wanted his child. He was very romantic and shy to begin with but soon learnt some tricks of the trade that got me to orgasm every time. He would take me out to smart hotels for some fun role-playing games that I like. I would inevitably ask cash upfront from him as I played the call girl. Other times if we were walking home late at night I would sometimes run ahead of him and then solicit him while leaning against a wall under a street lamp. I would lift my skirt and slide him inside me and let him fuck me against the wall and then walk the rest of the way home with his cum dribbling down my legs and my panties in his pocket! He loved it and had clearly never been with an experienced girl before.

I enjoyed dominating him and nick named him my little twittypie after Sylvester and twittypie. He liked me on top in my black pvc miniskirt and bra. I liked to be Cleopatra, sitting naked on the sofa, with him at my feet on the floor offering up grapes. He was shocked, though, lying in the bath when I climbed in and standing over him, let my warm pee run down my legs onto him. It gave him an instant erection for me to sit down on. I love the sensation of my own hot pee running down my legs and fantasize about having a woman urinate over my breasts. Another time, he was licking my pussy while in the shower. I told him I had to pee but he just buried his tongue in deeper. I told him I would pee on his face. Holding my waist with both hands, he pressed his thumbs into either side of my bladder, causing me to gush pee all over him and into his mouth. For a shy starter he quickly found his true inner perverted self!

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I had several miscarriages though and our marriage didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t last longer then my first, in fact not even five full years with only ten months of marriage. The blood tests after the miscarriages revealed that I had had hepatitis and they advised me against trying to have a baby until well after the end of any treatment. That really meant that I was going to be too old to have a baby in any case. Knowing this it was difficult putting up with having to live with a bloke expecting me to cook and clean after him, just because they go out to work. Anyway, since realising that IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not going to become a mother I started to let go again and feel much younger. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m very lucky to have kept a firm and slender figure, 83-59-88, with my weight varying between 51 and 53kgs depending on my emotional state. I loose weight very easily and have to make special efforts to regain any lost kilos. At least, though, not having had children I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have wrinkled breasts and still have a tight muscular pussy. I do special work outs on my bum all the time to keep my figure as I still wear my haut couture dresses. My secret against cellulite is a regular spanking!

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My second husband had insisted that I start to see a psychotherapist after the death of my father. He had a heart attack alone at home. I felt guilty that I had not been there to look after him. Maybe I could have called an ambulance in time. I sometimes woke up in the middle of the night waking my husband saying that my father was in the bedroom. That he was just standing there talking to me beside the bed. I had erotic dreams of a man massaging my pussy and when I turned to look or opened my eyes in the dream it would be my father. I have always felt guilty towards my sisters who have always been jealous of me. The psychotherapist was a very attractive older man with a white beard. I had never met a man who was so interested in listening to me and I just opened up to him immediately. I told him about my car accident and then the heroine. I told him about my father and me, how I always wanted to be special to him so that he wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be angry with me like he had been with my mother and sisters. How I used to like his caresses and sitting on his lap without my knickers, feeling his hard on through his trousers, just under my pussy. How much I always wanted his attention.

What he said to me about my family made a lot of sense but he also explained that I have had long term unbalanced hormones and excessive adrenaline that keeps me sexually aroused, from the stress and trauma of my teens. He also explained to me that I associate sexual desire with the forbidden, which he said was quite common with exhibitionists.Ã‚Â I always knew that I was different from most other women as I can orgasm almost as easily as men.Ã‚Â He told me it was important to express my emotions and that I should write down my experiences and started me on a course with a relaxation therapist. He made me realize that my motherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s death had had much more of an impact on me then my fatherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s.

After a while though, I realised the psychotherapist was rapidly loosing objectiveness.Ã‚Â He was asking for more and more sexual details and for fun I made sure that I wore sexy outfits and semi transparent dresses. He made me feel very secure and had the maturity that I need from a man.

I had never told anyone about my father and me before but with the visits to the psy I started telling my husband everything as well. It excited me telling him my secrets and I would masturbate his cock in bed telling him all that I had told the psy, including the details with my father, and how excited I had made the old man during the sessions, that I was sure he was in love with me. Then I would climb on top of him rubbing his penis head hard against my clitoris until he was ready to cum and then plunge him into my pussy as he shot his load far up inside me.

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Since leaving my second husband IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve moved into a ground floor apartment, walking distance from the center of town and by the canal. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not exactly a red light area though there are a few girls who work the canal at night. I started working for another haute couture de luxe shop in Toulouse, whose name I must withhold, but soon had to quit. The boss was an old pervert, of the really unpleasant kind, and his wife a pure sadist or more simply put, a complete bitch. I was sacked and couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get another job in haute couture. Beside most of the old bags that could afford to shop there didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have figures that matched the outfits. They kept complaining about the dresses when all I wanted to tell them was that they were too old and fat. When my second husband stopped sending me monthly payments and my application for housing benefits refused because I had quit my job, I started to have real financial problems. My fatherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s estate was of no consequence and as I was still married then I spent it without concern. I had no school exams because of the car accident and couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get another job worth taking. In the meantime I had begged some credit from a second hand furniture guy who I think fancied me and had already borrowed money from friends.

Walking by the canal at night, coming back from the town center, blokes were always staring from their cars, obviously unsure about me, and one night, alone after leaving the cinema, a car pulled up besides me. He asked me how much I asked. I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t shocked having expected and even fantasized that this might happen one night. I had already seriously been considering the money that I could be making in just a short time. He was a young man and he looked rather shy and harmless. I was filled with excited adrenaline again and asked an affordable price. I told him to park and follow me under the bridge. When I got there it was so dark I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even see the money he gave me but I put it in my bag and started to rub his cock from the outside of his trousers. He was very nervous but I told him to relax. I unzipped him and slid my hand inside his trousers and started to massage him. He hardened instantly and I asked him if he had a condom. He tore it open and started to put it on as I slipped my panties off and lifted my skirt. With the other hand I took his cock again and guided it to my pussy and hurriedly squeezed him in me. He started groaning immediately as I leant against the wall and let him fuck me until he came. Then he stepped back pulled the condom off, thanked me and hurried back to his car like a naughty schoolboy. I also hurried back to my apartment and excitedly came to an orgasm rubbing my clitoris in the bath.

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Despite my bad experiences at seventeen I had always found taking money for sex an exciting role-playing act. I would have liked to have lived in Paris during the swinging twenties with rich old men in top hats and black tie. Recently a girl friend invited me to come out with her and meet some English friends of friends of hers that were coming for a night out on the town. I agreed to come along and keep her company and maybe meet some nice new people at the same time. We all met in a restaurant in town. Three of them were pilots on an airbus-training course, one a smooth hansom looking African who worked for Air Seychelles. They were with an English couple that lived nearby in the countryside who were also accompanied by a Swedish girl friend of the wife. They were having a wild time ordering more and more wine until we left to go to a nightclub. There they ordered champagne and really started throwing the money around. The wife and her Swedish girlfriend very casually stood up and said that they were leaving and would drive home on their own, leaving her husband with his three pilot friends with me and my girlfriend. I was sure that the wife and Swedish girl were bisexual and were not leaving early because they were tired! We carried on drinking champagne and dancing until the husband suggested that we all go back to his place and have some more drinks there. My girlfriend had had enough of their drunken behavior and encouraged me to leave with her. I said no that I would stay with them but she protested asking how I would get back home. The husband, John, pulled out a hundred euro note and gave it to me, saying that with that I could take a taxi back whenever I liked. I took it and my girlfriend left on her own. I climbed in the back of their car in between two of the pilots. They kept trying to run their hands under my dress as I giggled and struggled, drunk with champagne. When we arrived I saw that he had a very nice house filled with very English antique furniture and paintings. I sat down on the sofa as he lit the fire and was served more champagne. They were all joking with me and still desperately trying to feel me up. I was playing the proper but suggestive french girl fending off their groping hands when John opened his wallet again and taking more money out asked whether that would be enough to break the ice! I took the money immediately and slid my dress off one of my shoulders. No sooner had I started then he came over and tore my dress open, pushing me back on the sofa. The three pilots were taking their clothes off and started to grab me by the arms and legs holding me open and pinning me down. I started to struggle a bit in a panic when all of a sudden John tore my panties apart as well. They held my legs apart as the he rammed his cock into me telling me that thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s how bitches take it. The black guy stuffed his cock in my mouth. I saw one of the others come over holding a riding whip telling them to turn me over on my front. The other one took my torn panties and stuffed them into my mouth as they spun me over. The next thing I knew I felt an intense pain ring through my body as I heard the sharp slap on my bum. I struggled and tried to scream when I felt the second sharp sting run through me. One of them grabbed my buttocks and started fucking me hard, pounding against my stinging bottom. They turned me over again on the sofa with one of them behind me holding my legs above my head and lifting my arse into the air. John was squeezing a tube of lubricant jelly onto my arse hole as the air Seychelles pilot started to push his, needless to say, kingsize cock in, dilating me to the full, then pumping away until I felt his hot sperm spurting over me. John then pushed himself in again also coming very shortly afterwards, the two others then taking their turns.

Just as they were finishing the wife came down the stairs asking what all the noise was about. She saw me on the sofa and looking bemused asked whether they had all quite finished. Her husband laughingly replied yes they had as the other three pilots giggled. She came over to me and taking me by the hand said that I should come along with her. She took me upstairs and opening the door to her bedroom said to her Swedish girlfriend, lying in her bed, look what the boys brought home and told her that I still had their hot sperm on me. The Swedish girl pulled aside the bedding inviting me in as the wife guided me over. She then climbed in after me. Immediately the Swedish girlsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ hands smoothly started running all over my body as the wife pressed herself against my back and bottom. It felt really good the contrast of pain from my little whipping on my sore arse followed by smooth female pleasure. The Swedish girl buried her head in my pussy and started to lick my arse and pussy of all their cum while the wife fondled my small breasts and embraced me until I orgasmed. I lay in between the two of them for what was left of the rest of the night and into the late morning. When we got up around midday, the three pilots had already left and John cooked us breakfast. He apologized that he had got carried away the night before, tearing my dress and panties, saying that he had got a little drunk. His wife gave me one of her dresses. Before his wife took me back to town he asked me for my number if ever I would come back for another evening. I gave him my mobile and said I would think about it. I had enough money from just one night to solve most of my immediate money problems. I went home happy as could be wondering if he would call again.

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I did part time studying to re-qualify in the exams I had missed at school. It was a lighter version of school exams but which were sufficient to get me onto a training programme to become an Ã¢â‚¬Å“educatriceÃ¢â‚¬Â social worker. I had to study psychology and social education and had to work part time, unpaid, at a social-center for re-insertion cases. One of them had been in prison most of his life for the murder of his wife. I felt very uncomfortable there and requested moving to a center for young children, pre adolescent. They said that I might have problems there remaining emotionally detached so I accepted working at a center for abused women instead. It is difficult to listen to them always feeling sorry for themselves, but I am good at helping them realize the power and qualities that women can exorcise over men. ThereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s only so much though you can listen to someone taking about suicide before you start hoping that theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll just get on and do it, especially when your not even being properly paid for it!

Fortunately, it wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t long before John called me back asking if I wanted to come to a summer pool party he was going to have at his house. He offered to pay me again. I asked what exactly he had in mind and he replied everything you could think of!Ã‚Â I brought a large tube of lubricant and a box of condoms with me as with the hepatitis problem I had to be sure I had safe sex. I hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t started the treatment as I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t having any ill effects nor had any liver damage, so decided to leave the treatment ordeal for later. It was a very hot evening and I arrived around 9 as he was preparing the BBQ. His wife came out carrying some hors-dÃ¢â‚¬â„¢oeuvres, kissed me and asked how I was. Her husband asked if I felt good for the evening. I smiled, lifted my top off exposing my naked breasts and let my skirt slide to the ground. I dived into the pool in my string bikini bottoms. There were already some of his guests there but the others soon arrived afterwards. I dried myself off and started to offer around the plate of hors-dÃ¢â‚¬â„¢oeuvres, topless with my nipples fully erect. It brought a smile onto everyoneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face. There was endless champagne and good dancing music. I hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t had such a good time for a long time. The champagne had really got to my head and I felt really young again. I kept giving champagne glasses to the other girls to get them going too. They were clearly very excited by me being topless and I was just waiting for one of them to join me. There was one girl in particular whom I noticed was always looking across at me. She was always busy talking to some blokes though. I soon persuaded some of the girls to come for a swim. Soon we were three topless girls in the pool in front of everyone, splashing out at the blokes who ventured too near. It was now night and the light in the pool illuminated our bodies. The blokes started to encourage us and I swam towards a girl sitting on the roman steps. I came up upon her between her legs bringing my breasts up over her stomach squeezing onto hers. She laughed and took my waist in her hands to join in rubbing her breasts against me. The blokes just loved it. As one came over to grab her she got up covering her breasts with her arms and ran in side giggling. As I stood up out of the pool a bloke came over and moving his hand to my waist pulled the string bow that held my bikini bottom together. It fell to the ground and I stood there stark naked. He pulled me up against him squeezing my body against him and started to embrace me. I lifted my leg sliding up against him as I felt him hardening in his trousers. He put his hands under my bum and lifted me up. I locked my legs around his bum, giving everyone a good view of my arse. His mates were cheering as he made to carry me towards the house. I asked if he was too embarrassed to take me here and now in front of all his friends, that maybe he wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t all that big! The others cheered and cleared away a space on a table by the pool, which he sat me on. I undid his belt to slide his trousers down. The girl who had been watching me earlier from the other side of the pool had her eyes glued to me. He had an enormous buldge in his pants. I rubbed his cock through his pants, then inserting my hand pulled him out into the open. I asked john the host if he would get me my box of condoms and the lubricating gel. When he returned I pulled open a condom saying that thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s enough for everyone and squirting some gel onto him starting to rub his cock up and down the outside of my pussy, checking that he was as hard as possible before guiding him into me. He pushed my legs up and back fucking me nice and hard. When he finished I got some cushions and put them on the table to kneel on. The open box of condoms was on the table and I started to caress my bum checks taking the lubricating tube and squirting it onto my bum crack. I massaged it into my bum sliding my long finger in and out until I dilated enough to squeeze half the contents of the lubricating tube into my arse. The blokes had got the message already and the next one who already had his condom on came over and slid his cock into my bum. He was fucking me really well too, having no difficulty coming within minutes. The next bloke I made lie on the table and straddled over him sliding up and down his cock with my pussy. I reached behind with my hand to pull aside my bum cheek opening my arse hole enough for someone to get the message. Someone slid his cock into my arse while I fucked this guy under me. I indicated for a guy to come forward to let me suck his dick. It was not long before I was orgasming myself. Tingling all over with excitement I got up and had another glass of champagne. John, the host came over, slapping my bum and sliding his finger into my pussy saying that that was quite a performance. I thanked him for the compliment saying that I hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t finished yet. I started chatting with some of the blokes seeing the girl that was still staring at me still being chatted up by some blokes. John invited me to come inside where he told all the girls that they had to take all their tops of. He put on some sexy strip tease music as his wife set the example. Some of the blokes joined in stripping down to their boxers. John came over to me and started running his hands over my body pushing me to lean over the back of the sofa. He started to fuck me from behind as the girls undressed in front of him. We soon had an orgy going on as JohnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s wife pulled some blokes pants off and started to get him to fuck her too. She lent backwards towards me and I kissed her while we were both being fucked reaching forward to massage her breasts. After john came I moved over to another girl having her pussy licked taking the blokes place sliding my tongue up inside her and moving my finger back towards her bum. She was loving it and took a blokeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cock in her mouth. I felt a prick slide into my pussy again as I brought this girl to a climax.

I got up to take a cigarette and walked outside onto the terrace. The girl who had been staring at me all evening was alone drinking some champagne looking up at the stars. She saw me and smiled. I went over and asked if I could have a sip of her champagne. As I gave it back to her she lent forward and kissed me. She said that she had never been with another woman before but she had been so excited watching me earlier on. We kissed some more and she asked how I was so liberated. I said that we should go upstairs and finding a bottle of champagne we went inside to the bedrooms. We opened a few doors until we found a sumptuous room with a huge bed. We filled the glass again and started kissing. I slipped her dress off letting it fall to the ground. She was wearing innocent white lace underwear. I went to the bathroom to shower and came out to find that she was already under the sheets in the bed. I slipped inside snuggling up to her naked body. We kissed and caressed each otherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s bodies, rubbing our breasts together. I moved my leg in between her thighs allowing her to rub her pussy on my leg. She was already very excited as she spread her juices all over my leg. I moved my hand down to her clitoris, massaging her pussy at first then twicking her pea between my fingers. She was moaning and writhing about making me aware just how horny I was still feeling myself. I frequently need a second orgasm and sometimes a third but a fourth is pure gluttony. I climbed on top of her, putting my knees over her shoulders, allowing her to work my pussy and clitoris fully with her tongue. I lifted her legs up, reaching with my hands under her bum, spreading her wide apart to dart my tongue in and out of her pussy. She was so wet and tense that as soon as I poked the tip of my finger into her arse she immediately tightened up then completely let go of her sphinx swallowing my finger up to my hand and started shuddering as she came, her honey sweet juices in my mouth. Having given the indications to follow she started rimming my arse with her tongue slowly pushing it open. Turning her attention back to my clitoris, as I was encouraging her saying yes, yes as she poked her finger into my arseÃ‚Â moving it faster and faster in and out. I felt my head go dizzy loosing all sense of orientation as I orgasmed once again. She snuggled up with her face on my breasts as we went to sleep. The next day she disappeared without even telling me her name. I felt very good with her in bed that night realizing how much I really prefer another womanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s tender love.

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Recently I went shopping to try on a masculine styled suit, since I had some money to spend on myself. I hit it off immediately with the assistant as I kept stripping off and trying on different outfits, without completely closing the curtain and asking her how I looked each time. There was nobody else in the shop and I had her full attention. She had slightly curly black hair, a superb slim figure, and was young in her late twenties. She kept saying how good I looked and would run her hands down over the clothes to show just how well they hugged my figure. One pair of trousers that hugged my bum really tight left the back of my waist too loose. Her hand slid down inside the trousers onto my bum checks, gently caressing them while she explained that they didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t fit at all well. I just melted in front of her. I reassured her how good her hands felt as I lent forward and slid the trousers lower down my bum for her to get full access. Her hands helped slide the trousers down further as she caressed more of my bum. I gave a little moan, encouraging her to slide her long fingers towards my pussy. I felt so embarrassed as I realised how quickly I had become so wet that her fingers slipped further then she had intended sliding them passed my unprotecting thong onto my pussy. She suddenly pulled her hand away apologizing having gone quite red herself. I said she was welcome and kissed her lightly on hers lips. I asked her if she would like to meet after she finished worked. Later, we only spent half an hour chatting like two excited teenagers before rushing back to her nearby flat where we kissed and caressed each other to orgasm. I love Ariane sleeping in my arms at night, purring away like a little kitten. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s still very innocent and hasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t had much experience sexually yet. We are seeing each other all the time now and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m beginning to realise what I have probably needed most of my life. I had never really been in love and involved in a long term relationship with a woman having never let myself go before always with the thought in my head of marrying and having children with a man. I feel much more settled, harmonious with her then I have ever felt in any other relationship.

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I was sitting out back one night, havin a smoke when I noticed a light in a window of the house behind mine.Ã‚Â I sat there quitely when I see a girl walk out, about 2min later she walks back in, as she does she is removing her shirt, exposing a white bra, but she walked out of sight. Now remember, I'm about 75-100 feet away, but I see her exit the room only now she must be naked because I see her naked back, the yards were pretty even so didn't have the angle to see her butt.Ã‚Â Now I'm really getting turned on so I run inside to my room where I get my video camera just for the zoom. I turned off all the lights and set up the camera at the window and focused in on the window where I saw the girl.Ã‚Â Twenty minutes or so had passed when she returned wrapped in a towel, with the camera I

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Taking care of the boarders 6/6

Storyman-xxx 5469 days ago on Ethnic Stories

These stories are written from my heart and are what I enjoy.Ã‚Â These are all my fantasies.Ã‚Â They are written for my enjoyment.Ã‚Â If you like them let me know, I always enjoy hearing from like minded individuals but obviously prefer to hear from women who allow themselves to become drawn into my stories.Ã‚Â I apologize for the lateness of this story but my laptop died a horrible death and replacing it was more difficult that some can imagine.
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Taking care of the boarders

Part 6 of 6Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â 1/28/05
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Ã‚Â Rhonda begins to notice that the dick she is sitting on is now sliding in and out easily as her other dick pushes ha

rder into her pussy.Ã‚Â The men cum close to the same time and they all collapse together.Ã‚Â As they all uncouple Rhonda reaches for another hard dick and pushes him back onto the bed.Ã‚Â Smiling all the while, she crawls up onto him and lowers her pussy onto his hard dick while facing him.Ã‚Â Moving slowly once again she wanders back into orgasmic bliss, she then feels a finger press into her asshole roughly and slows to allow him access.Ã‚Â Knowing the man behind her will mount her at anytime, Rhonda keeps her slow pace in horny anticipation.Ã‚Â A man enters her from the rear and now with both holes filled she moves against these men to keep a pace that will bring her to orgasm multiple times.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Several hours pass until all of her studs are spent, happy and in need of sleep.Ã‚Â Rhonda, seeing this, checks on Bobby to find him asleep with Tina.Ã‚Â Heading down the hall she opens IvanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s door and finds him fast asleep.Ã‚Â She lays down next to Ivan causing Ivan to roll over, covering her with his arm.Ã‚Â Feeling completely secure, she sleeps here for several hours.

Ã‚Â Awakening slowly Rhonda finds herself asleep next to Ivan, who is now lying on his back.Ã‚Â Hearing nothing, she rolls towards him and reaches down to feel that object that she has been training for and begins to stroke him.Ã‚Â His dick stiffens at her touch and she continues, moving her face closer to see what she is doing.Ã‚Â Just inches from her face, she watches the giant leak slowly as she works him so gently.Ã‚Â Her tongue now touches the tip tasting the fluid that begins to drip from the end and she moves closer to bring her lips to its head.Ã‚Â Continuing to stroke him she works her mouth onto his dick and begins to try to work it in further.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Trying different angles, she works at it diligently.Ã‚Â With her mouth completely relaxed, she works it in until she gags lightly then backs off slightly.Ã‚Â IvanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand reaches down to the back of her neck, running his fingers up through her hair so that his big hand is on the back of her head.Ã‚Â He pulls her head back slowly with her hair and then pushes it back down.Ã‚Â At this instruction, Rhonda quits stroking him with her hand and begins to stroke him with her mouth only until she feels him tense and begin cumming in her mouth.Ã‚Â Swallowing quickly she keeps up with him and swallows all of his juices until he is finished.

Ã‚Â Rhonda pulls her mouth from his dick with a loud Ã¢â‚¬Å“Plop.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Ivan strokes her hair slowly as she looks to him and says, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Good morning.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“It is now.Ã¢â‚¬Â He replies smiling as Rhonda gets up to leave.

Ã‚Â Rhonda dresses in shorts and a shirt and heads downstairs to find people starting to wake and wondering what became of their car keys.Ã‚Â Ivan comes downstairs behind her and apparently had woken everyone upstairs to come down and start cleaning.Ã‚Â With everyone cleaning and straightening, Rhonda works on breakfast in the kitchen when Tina comes in to help.

Ã‚Â Tina was young looking for 20, very attractive and soft spoken.Ã‚Â While they worked Tina asks several questions about what Rhonda had done the night before, listening intently as Rhonda gave very detailed answers.Ã‚Â As they spoke, Bobby came up behind Tina, hugging her, kissing her neck.Ã‚Â He then hugged Rhonda, kissing her as well.Ã‚Â Rhonda changed the subject to school and Tina began telling her all about school.Ã‚Â Inviting her back anytime Rhonda gave Tina the best times to come by when they can talk alone.

Ã‚Â Ivan sent everyone home after they ate and Rhonda walked through the house somewhat amazed by how good of a job the boys had done cleaning.

Ã‚Â Rhonda sits in the bath tub soaking when Ivan comes in and sits down to talk.Ã‚Â He has rented out the basement room to 2-guys and the other bedroom to another 2.Ã‚Â He hands her a hand full of money and tells her that it is rent and money to help cover the cost of the party.Ã‚Â Sitting there speechless, Rhonda smiles telling him, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Thank you for watching over things last night.Ã‚Â I might have gotten a little out of control.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“No, not you.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Ivan replies laughing.

Ã‚Â Monday came again and Rhonda heard a knock at the door in the early afternoon.Ã‚Â Expecting it to be an old man she was pleasantly surprised to see Tina.Ã‚Â She invited Tina in and got them both a soft drink, while Tina sat on the couch.Ã‚Â Tina had come from school and apparently still had questions.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“So, how can I help you?Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Rhonda says cheerfully.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well, I was wondering how the guys treat you after a night like Saturday.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Tina says plainly.Ã‚Â Rhonda leans back thinking and says, Ã¢â‚¬Å“If I were to hang out with them all of the time, they would treat me like shit.Ã‚Â They wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see me again unless I want to be seen.Ã‚Â Everybody is different and I receive pleasure by being wanted and needed by men.Ã‚Â With Ivan here, nothing I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want to happen would have.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â

Ã‚Â This makes Tina think and then she replies, Ã¢â‚¬Å“So, if I let some of the guys fool around with me, they should know if they want to ever see me again, donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mess up.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yea, thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s it exactly.Ã‚Â Making sure of course that when they are fooling around that it is for your pleasure.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Rhonda says.Ã‚Â This is the start of a special friendship as Tina opens up to Rhonda.

Ã‚Â Later that evening, Bobby is in his room with Tina when Rhonda sees them from the bathroom and watches Tina having a difficult time sucking on Bobby.Ã‚Â Rhonda enters the room quietly and lies down on the bed next to Tina.Ã‚Â Bobby is flat on his back while Tina works between his legs.Ã‚Â Quietly, she shows Tina the art of taking this dick in her mouth and throat while Bobby enjoys all of the attention.Ã‚Â Tina does as she is told and before long has Bobby bucking his hips in pleasure.Ã‚Â Bobby cums into TinaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mouth and she is timid to swallow.Ã‚Â Seeing this, Rhonda strokes her hair and whispers in her ear, Ã¢â‚¬Å“If you would like, I will share it with you.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Pulling her mouth from his dick she turns to Rhonda who leans in and kisses Tina, opening her mouth to use her tongue.Ã‚Â As they kiss both women swallow BobbyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sperm while playing with their tongues.Ã‚Â When they break the kiss, they stare at one another until Rhonda says, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Good job.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â They laugh as Bobby tries to see what has just happened.

Ã‚Â The next day, Tina knocks at the door again and is surprised when Rhonda answers in only her short robe.Ã‚Â Rhonda invites her in, telling her to make herself comfortable and that she will be right back.Ã‚Â Tina is sitting on the couch when Ivan and Rhonda come down the stairs together.Ã‚Â Ivan kisses Rhonda on the cheek and goes right out the door.

Ã‚Â When Rhonda approaches the couch, Tina can see cum on her face and tries not to stare.Ã‚Â Rhonda cheerfully starts the conversation saying, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Ivan sure likes a messy noon blow job.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“You still have some on your face right there.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Tina says, while reaching out and wiping it with her fingers. She then stops, not knowing what to do with it.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be afraid to taste it.Ã‚Â I did.Ã¢â‚¬Â Rhonda says.Ã‚Â Bringing her fingers to her mouth, Tina taste this fluid and Rhonda leans over to suck her fingers into her mouth.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Rhonda explains how Ivan is so big and that she has been in training to be able to safely take him inside her.Ã‚Â Tina asks to see her training aids and they both go upstairs.Ã‚Â Once in her room she lays her toys upon the bed and turns to show Tina the plug in her butt.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have a hard time believing that Ivan could be so big.Ã¢â‚¬Â Tina says while staring at the toys.Ã‚Â Rhonda puts one foot up on the bed exposing her bare pussy to Tina and takes the largest toy and inserts the head just inside her while saying, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have been training like this for a week now and can take more than ever before.Ã‚Â It just feels so good that sometimes I just get lost in my feelings and forget what I am doing.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Tina watches in disbelief as RhondaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s head leans back and she pushes more of it inside.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Rhonda looks to Tina and lays back on the bed with the dildo still inside her and says lustfully, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Would you mind lending me a hand?Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Tina does not say a word but reaches out, taking hold of this dildo and pushes just slightly causing Rhonda to gasp.Ã‚Â Tina pulls the toy completely out and pushes it back in again, doing this several times, each time going deeper.Ã‚Â Rhonda is in heaven with her knees pulled back as Tina works more and more of this dildo into her.Ã‚Â When her orgasms slow she can see Tina rubbing herself as she still pushes on this large dildo.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Thank you.Ã‚Â That was nice.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Rhonda says hoarsely.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Tina still in shock pulls the dildo from Rhonda and holds it up to her own stomach, saying.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe that anyone could take one this deep.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I will.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Says Rhonda laughing as she gets up.Ã‚Â Leaning into Tina she kisses her deeply and asks why she is not in school.Ã‚Â Tina explains her schedule as they head down stairs.Ã‚Â As they sit and eat lunch Tina explains that she had never touched another woman like that before.Ã‚Â Smiling, Rhonda leans to her and whispers, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t tell.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã‚Â Enjoying TinaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s touch, Rhonda asks her to help with her training the next few days and Tina accepts.Ã‚Â The mood ends with a knock at the door.Ã‚Â Rhonda lets the old man next door in and introduces Tina to him.Ã‚Â The old man seems pleased that Rhonda is wearing only her short robe and looks her over completely.Ã‚Â Rhonda gets the old man a drink for what she knows will be quite the question and answer session.Ã‚Â Tina mostly just listens while Rhonda answers his questions about the party, telling him exactly what he wants to know.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Filled with lust, he stands to leave, saying good bye to Tina, when Rhonda stops him saying, Ã¢â‚¬Å“You can use the bathroom here if you need to masturbate.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â They all look to his crotch and can see him bulging against his pants when he replies, Ã¢â‚¬Å“ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s that obvious huh?Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â They all chuckle as he heads for home.

Ã‚Â That evening the boys come in together, bringing some of the other players, to ask if Rhonda will come to the game on Saturday.Ã‚Â Rhonda smiles her sultry smile and playfully replies, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t miss it.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â The boys all hoot and holler at her reply while she stands amongst them wearing a short mini skirt and heels.

Ã‚Â The week wears on slowly as RhondaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s life becomes more and more demanding.Ã‚Â Life is becoming full of need and purpose for her now with all that has suddenly become normal in her life.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Thursday after noon Rhonda goes to the campus and sits on her park bench watching the students walk past waiting patiently for football practice to start.Ã‚Â Hearing the sounds of the whistle she stands and walks towards the field knowing that the team will be happy to see her again.Ã‚Â Once within sight practice stops as this small beauty is spotted by the team.Ã‚Â Everyone stares, including the coaches, undressing her with their eyes.Ã‚Â Rhonda walks out onto the edge of the field and the boys remove their helmets and jog over to see her.Ã‚Â The coaches have heard the rumors and know it is to their advantage to let the boys take this break.Ã‚Â The boyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s all stand around her, admiring her sexy dress and she hushes them all when she speaks.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“You boys practice hard and win this Saturday and each and every one of you can party at my house again after the game.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â The boyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cheer and someone asks, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Will you be our trophy?Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Rhonda blushes in the middle of all these playerÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s while they await her reply and responds softly, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes and I will make sure that everyone has a real, real good time.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Rhonda touches several players on the chest and face as she turns to leave.Ã‚Â The crowd stands staring as she walks away.Ã‚Â Her ass sways seductively walking in her heals as she looks over her shoulder smiling at all of these young men lusting after her.

Ã‚Â Once in her car Rhonda eagerly inserts her butt plug and drives home to savor what has just happened.Ã‚Â On the way home Rhonda stops at her favorite adult book store to just say, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hi.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â The owner smiles ear to ear when he sees her and leaves the counter to get a hug.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Grab my ass for the others to see.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â She whispers to him.Ã‚Â He needs no coaxing and lifts her dress slightly to grab her ass.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re wearing one of the plugs.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â He states loudly.Ã‚Â Turning and raising her dress for him she responds cheerfully, Ã¢â‚¬Å“This is my last one before he starts fucking my ass.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Reaching out he tugs on the plug causing it to pull out part way before pushing it back in.Ã‚Â In somewhat of a trance he says softly, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Your ass is definitely ready to fuck.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â

Ã‚Â Rhonda turns back towards him and he excuses himself to ring up a sale.Ã‚Â Walking around in the store she looks at the pictures on the boxes and cannot help but to get a little excited.Ã‚Â She can hear the man paying up front tell the owner that he is the luckiest son of a bitch on this planet.Ã‚Â The owner laughs and walks back to Rhonda and proceeds to show her around the store.Ã‚Â He is very much the gentleman the whole time which surprises Rhonda.Ã‚Â She had stereo typed him wrong as being more of a predator.Ã‚Â With this old, fat, black man being such a gentleman she was able to overlook the fact that he needed a bath and held onto his arm while he showed her around.Ã‚Â Obviously this does not happen to this old man everyday and he prolonged it as long as he could while taking in her company.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â One of the other shoppers in the store interrupts them asking her if she has pictures on the net.Ã‚Â The owner is about ready to hit this man when Rhonda stops him by putting her arms around him and looks to the patron and says calmly, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â The patron backs away slowly saying excitedly, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I knew that was you.Ã‚Â YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re amazing.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â

Ã‚Â Rhonda smiles looking up at this old man and says, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I will send you a link if you will give me your e-mail. At this point I think I have my own Library going on-line.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â The old man smiles looking down on this beauty and says slightly hoarse, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t wait.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Hugging this old man she cannot help but notice the hard bulge between them and holds the hug longer for this reason.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I think you must like hugging me.Ã¢â‚¬Â Rhonda says playfully while lightly touching the lump in his pants with her hand.Ã‚Â The old man just smiles and gently leads Rhonda to the back of the store by her hand.Ã‚Â Turning to face this small beauty he looks around the store and hugs her again.Ã‚Â Rhonda accepts his hug paying close attention to grind his bulge harder into her stomach then before.Ã‚Â Pushing her back softly he tells her, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Unzip my pants and take out my dick.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Looking down she does not hesitate and quickly has this black dick in her hand.Ã‚Â The smell of this man overwhelms her senses as she strokes this hard dick.Ã‚Â Rhonda looks up to his lust filled eyes and drops her head with out being told and gently kisses this man dick.Ã‚Â It is obvious that it needs washed and she brushes the loose hairs from it before taking him into her mouth.Ã‚Â At this point the smell means nothing and her only thoughts are of pleasing this nice man.Ã‚Â When she opens her throat to him she realizes that she must turn her head sideways to get under his belly but this does not deter her and she continues this blow job until he explodes a torrent of cum into her mouth.Ã‚Â Expertly she continues until she is sure that he has finished and then puts his dick back into his pants for him.Ã‚Â Patrons in the store applaud when they know she has finished and she sees someone give him a high five as she leaves out the door.

Ã‚Â The next morning Rhonda sees the men off to school and settles into her routine.Ã‚Â Back from the Gym she showers and hears Tina calling to her from downstairs.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m up hereÃ¢â‚¬Â She calls out loudly.Ã‚Â Only a moment passes before Tina is standing in the doorway watching her brush her hair.

Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I heard it from the team that you will be the trophy after they win Saturday.Ã¢â‚¬Â Tina said bluntly.Ã‚Â Rhonda turns to her smiling and approaches her saying, Ã¢â‚¬Å“You do know that you are invited to the party too.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Tina can only smile at RhondaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s seductive expression as they are face to face when Rhonda softly says, Ã¢â‚¬Å“We can even share a little if you would like.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â With that Rhonda kisses her lightly and continues getting herself ready for the day.Ã‚Â They talk all the while and Tina makes herself comfortable on the bed.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â RhondaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s toys are laid out on the bed and when she turns to look at Tina she sees her holding the largest dildo up to her stomach showing her how deep it could really go.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not only the length.Ã‚Â That thing has some real girth to it also.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Rhonda tells her casually.Ã‚Â Rhonda lays back onto the bed and pulls her knees back opening her pussy up for Tina.Ã‚Â Knowing exactly what to do Tina guides this massive dildo to RhondaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s opening and slowly works the head inside.Ã‚Â Pouring a little lubricant onto the inserted member she works it in farther and farther until it seems to bottom out.Ã‚Â In a distant squeaky voice Rhonda says, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Fuck me deep with that big dick.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â

Ã‚Â Pulling it out and thrusting it back in over and over Rhonda is unable to speak.Ã‚Â Totally lost in orgasmic bliss this dildo now disappears up to the balls with each push.Ã‚Â Tina keeps this pace for as long as she can but begins to get tired and has to stop.Ã‚Â ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s when Tina realizes that Rhonda has completely passed out.Ã‚Â She removes the dildo slowly and washes it in the bathroom and stands next to Rhonda watching her sleep.Ã‚Â The toys are all laid out still by her on the bed and Tina gets the idea to try one for herself.

Ã‚Â Grabbing the second smallest one she lays back onto the bed and lubricates her pussy well before touching herself with the toy.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Hours pass before Ivan walks in looking for lunch but sees no one.Ã‚Â From the hallway he sees the women both asleep on the bed, side by side, with TinaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand still clutching her new found lover.Ã‚Â Ivan approaches the bed quietly and touches RhondaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy waking her instantly.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Ivan knows what she has done and removes his pants to reveal her massive prize.Ã‚Â She brings her lips to it and eagerly sucks him hard knowing that this is the point of no return.Ã‚Â Ivan pulls his cock from her hungry mouth and moves between her open legs to find her pussy open, hot and waiting for him.Ã‚Â He guides it with his hand until it starts in and then just keeps sliding it in slowly until it stops.Ã‚Â He pours oil on it and slowly thrust in and out until he is comfortable with her tightness.Ã‚Â Looking to her face he can see that she is lost in her own little heaven and he begins fucking her in long steady strokes.Ã‚Â Rhonda becomes loud and vocal as the pounding continues waking Tina who is now watching this porn show, just inches away from her.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Tina shifts positions to see the penetration up close and finds herself behind Ivan and between his legs.Ã‚Â Ivan looks back at her and grins as she stares at this sight.Ã‚Â Rhonda can barely breathe as Ivan lets stream after stream shoot into her well stretched pussy.Ã‚Â Spent beyond relief, Rhonda does not move as Ivan pulls from her slowly.Ã‚Â Lost, Tina is on her knees watching when Ivan turns and brings it straight to her lips.Ã‚Â Tina almost falls backwards before she realizes what she should do and opens her mouth to clean this cock before her.Ã‚Â When she has completed her task Ivan points to RhondaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy and says, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Now, you can clean this sloppy cunt also.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â In a total daze Tina brings her mouth to this sloppy cunt, cleaning it while soothing its pain from being well used.

Ã‚Â Hours pass before Rhonda wakes to find she is alone.Ã‚Â The first thoughts are whether it was a dream until she stands and realizes that she can not walk very well.Ã‚Â She makes her way to the mirror and realizes that the old man next door is watching with his dick out and hard.Ã‚Â He waves and she smiles waving back.

Ã‚Â Standing nude in the kitchen she drinks a cup of coffee and thinks about the big game tomorrow.Ã‚Â The phone rings and breaks the trance she has dropped into; it is the head coach from the University.Ã‚Â Her heart drops knowing that this cannot be good news.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hello Rhonda, this is the football coach from the University.Ã‚Â I wanted to call and thank you for taking such good care of the players.Ã‚Â This is the hardest they have ever played.Ã‚Â We are actually starting to worry that they may seriously hurt themselves or each other in practice at this point.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am glad that I can help,Ã¢â‚¬Â was her simple reply.Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“You are welcome on the side lines during the game as an assistant if you would like but you will need to wear the team uniform if that is ok?Ã¢â‚¬Â he continued.Ã‚Â Not able to believe what just happened Rhonda agrees and the coach ask just one more favor, Ã¢â‚¬Å“On the night before the game donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help them with their morale if you know what I mean it weakens their knees.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â

Ã‚Â Dumbfounded she still just does not believe this.Ã‚Â She heads up to school to get her uniform and the staff acts as though she is one of the coaches.Ã‚Â Picking the smallest coaches gear she still has to purchase several items from the University store in her size.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â In her outfit she looks stunning for a coach and the boys cannot believe it that she is on the side lines before the game.Ã‚Â This game turned out to be the most lopsided victory in school history.Ã‚Â After the first half the Ã¢â‚¬Å“BÃ¢â‚¬Â string players went in and out scored even the Varsity players.Ã‚Â That day the defense only allowed about 30 yards and no first downs while sacking the quarter back at least a dozen times or more.Ã‚Â The defense even scored 3-times.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â On the side lines the air was electric with enthusiasm and the team carried Rhonda off the field on their shoulders after the game.Ã‚Â This move really baffled several in the crowd but most already knew.

Ã‚Â Once home, Rhonda found that Tina and 2 other girls had already begun to set things up for the party.Ã‚Â Tina could sense the electricity flowing from Rhonda and braced herself for an explosive kiss.Ã‚Â The other girls were somewhat surprised but did not say anything to her as Rhonda told them about the game while still embracing Tina.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â The players all showed up later after showering and cleaning up.Ã‚Â Rhonda looked at the crowd and could see only 2 other girls this time besides her and Tina.Ã‚Â Taking TinaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand she led her upstairs to change clothes.Ã‚Â Rhonda decides upon a small wrap around skirt with a cut off top that just shows the bottom of her boobs.Ã‚Â Looking at herself in the mirror she can clearly see her ass with hardly any movement and checks her pussy to make sure it is smooth.Ã‚Â Without looking she asks Tina, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Is Bobby going to share you with his friends tonight or are you just dressing for Bobby?Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know how to ask him but I know that he wants me to be more like you and I think I want to also.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Tina replied a little frustrated.Ã‚Â Now ready Rhonda turns to Tina who is still naked and trying to decide between several items and says, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Can I help you?Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Rhonda leads her to the mirror and whispers to her, Ã¢â‚¬Å“How much do you want to show?Ã‚Â How much do you want to hide?Ã‚Â Do you want men to touch anything or just certain things?Ã‚Â Those answers will help you to dress for this.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â While saying this Rhonda reaches around her and feels her up so that she can watch in the mirror.

Ã‚Â Rhonda notices that Tina is taller than her even with her heals on and the site in the mirror excites them both.Ã‚Â Turning to face each other they kiss passionately and Tina decides to let Rhonda pick her outfit.Ã‚Â The house erupts in cheers and applause as they make their way down the stairs into a sea of horny men.Ã‚Â Tina is wearing RhondaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s skirt with no top while Rhonda is wearing her top with no skirt.Ã‚Â Both have spiked heals and strut out into the room.Ã‚Â Rhonda makes her way to the coffee table and climbs on top to make an announcement but no one can hear her.

Ã‚Â Ivan steps up and the room gets quiet, then Ivan says, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Take a knee.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â The players all drop to one knee and Ivan steps back for Rhonda to talk.Ã‚Â Smiling brightly she looks around the room and announces, Ã¢â‚¬Å“You boys played the best game today of any team that has ever played.Ã¢â‚¬Â The room cheers and she continues, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am glad that I could help but it is all you.Ã‚Â You have worked hard and played hard earning these victories through your own blood and sweat.Ã‚Â You should be damn proud of yourselves and each other.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â The room erupts again and Ivan steps up to say, Ã¢â‚¬Å“You guys needed incentive.Ã‚Â You had the talent you just needed the incentive.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Then pointing to Rhonda he continues, Ã¢â‚¬Å“HereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s your incentive and I think she should give the pre game inspirational pep talks from now on also.Ã¢â‚¬Â

Ã‚Â The guys all stand lifting Rhonda onto their shoulders again, carrying her through the house.Ã‚Â Looking for Tina, Rhonda notices her talking to Bobby while he feels her chest from behind her.Ã‚Â Rhonda approaches Tina from the front and kisses her causing several guys to whistle.Ã‚Â Looking now to bobby Rhonda says, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Do you mind if Tina and I go act slutty together in front of the team?Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â Bobby just smiles a huge smile and the girls work their way out into the room and begin dancing closely.Ã‚Â The guys begin to catch on and back away making a circle around them.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â They dance, touch and kiss each other until they are obviously excited when Rhonda leads Tina to the coffee table and places the pillows from the couch on the table.Ã‚Â Pushing Tina back onto the table she lays back while Rhonda goes to the other side and straddles her face.Ã‚Â ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a 69! Someone yells while the crowd cheers.Ã‚Â Rhonda lowers her pussy onto TinaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mouth and leans forward to get to TinaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy.Ã‚Â The girls explore each other in this love lock for quite awhile to the roomÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s amusement.Ã‚Â Engrossed in each other they donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even notice a dick sliding into RhondaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy until itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s too late.Ã‚Â With her eyes open Tina watches as this man fucks Rhonda hard while his balls slap her in the face.Ã‚Â It does not take long until cum begins oozing from the pussy they are using.Ã‚Â The dick pulls out suddenly and cum runs down and into her mouth.Ã‚Â Another dick is ready to replace that one and he rubs it on her face before slipping it into Rhonda.Ã‚Â Tina climaxes hard at the sight of this in her face and relaxes into the whole scene.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â Rhonda has came several times and sits up just slightly while the man behind her is still inside her.Ã‚Â Looking up to a man in front of her she asks him to slide them to the edge of the table.Ã‚Â Rhonda then pulls TinaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s legs back and open allowing access for a hard dick.Ã‚Â The wait is not long until someone begins fucking her.Ã‚Â Rhonda can feel Tina squealing into her pussy and knows that she is enjoying herself.Ã‚Â While Rhonda waits for the man fucking Tina to cum she turns her head to one side and someone gives her something to suck on.Ã‚Â She gratefully accepts and has a mouth full of his cum only after a few strokes.Ã‚Â

Ã‚Â The man in front of Rhonda finishes and Rhonda leans down to suck the cum from TinaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hot pussy.Ã‚Â Rhonda then feels something huge entering her.Ã‚Â Its either a ball bat or Ivan.Ã‚Â As this massive member slides in and out the other menÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cum leaks obscenely onto TinaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face while she watches.Ã‚Â Ivan pounds hard until Tina knows he is about to cum and then is surprised when Ivan pulls out and cums directly onto RhondaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s open pussy and TinaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face.Ã‚Â The guys cheer and Ivan enters Rhonda again for a few more strokes while Tina tries to clean up this huge mess.Ã‚Â When Ivan finishes, Rhonda is almost finished having had such an intense orgasm.Ã‚Â The next guy in line doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care and jumps right in for his turn.Ã‚Â This goes on for countless orgasms before the men let them up to have a break.Ã‚Â The girls can barely walk and they both sit on the couch while someone makes them a drink.

Ã‚Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Are you ok?Ã¢â‚¬Â Rhonda asks Tina.Ã‚Â Glassy eyed Tina replies, Ã¢â‚¬Å“That was fantastic.Ã¢â‚¬ÂÃ‚Â They kiss passionately, sharing the juices of each others lovers from that evening. They drink and mingle for the rest of the evening with Tina giving several blow jobs around the room for all to see and Rhonda allowing the men to use her anyway they want.

Ã‚Â The evening just about over the last 20 or so men decide to stay and follow the girls upstairs.Ã‚Â Once on the bed the girls become the focus of 20 hard dicks, taking 2 and 3 sometimes until everyone was satisfied.Ã‚Â Then and only then did Rhonda and Tina wrap themselves in each others arms to sleep the rest of the night away.

Ã‚Â Content for what could be the first time in her life Rhonda now gladly accepts this new purpose in her life.Ã‚Â She now knows that pleasing her man, who ever that may be at the moment, is the purpose she has always sought.

Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â Ã‚Â The Story man

This story was inspired by a very special slut whom would do anything when excited. I apologize for the lateness of this story but my laptop died a horrible death and replacing it was more difficult that some can imagine.

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mikekim77 5469 days ago on Forced Stories

I had been so excited for this trip, and it had ended up like this. I felt so degraded, so cheaply used, why don’t I explain a little. My name is Abby, I live in Australia, and it was my final year of high school. I’m about 5’6’’, sandy blonde hair, and a body well tanned and toned by tons of surfing. I was taking Japanese as a second language, and our class was taking a trip there. Only the people with the highest marks got to go, and since all the boys in school cheated, it was mainly them that got to go. The only thing that sucked was that we had to wear our dorky uniforms the whole time; it was only a 3 day trip, so it wasn’t that bad. The plane ride was fairly uneventful, and we finally got to the hotel. I felt kind of weird, being the only girl

in the whole trip, but luckily, I got a room to myself, with a really nice big bed. As I was unpacking my things, I heard the phone ring.

"Abby, I snuck some booze with me; you wanna come over and have some?"

"Sure, I guess."

I hadn’t changed into my pajamas yet, so I just headed over.

*Knock, Knock*

"Hey, it’s me."

"Come on in."

"Hey guys, where’s the booze at? I know you guys just wanna get me liquored up, so you can try and get in my pants."

"What pants? You’ve still got your school tartan on."

"You know what I meant."

"Yeah, I did. Do you mind if some of the guys come over as well?"

"No, it’s okay."

He made a couple of calls, and within minutes some of the other guys from my calls were there.

"So, can we get this party started already, because if you don’t actually have any booze, I’m going to bed."

"Shut up bitch."

"What the fuck?"

"You heard me. Shut up and get on your knees."

"What the fuck is going on?"

"You think that we’re just gonna let you be such a fucking tease, and not get punished for it? Fuck you, and your short skirt, tight blouse, and rampant flirting."

"Oh you’re mad about that time, when I passed you in the hall, and you came in your pants?"

"You didn’t just walk past me. You pretended to accidentally brush against my cock."

"So, after a couple of strokes you came in your pants. Not my fault."

"It’s not just that. It’s all those times when you bend over to pick something up, or you suck on your pen in class. This is pay back bitch."

"For what? Giving you guys boners in class?"

"It’s not just that, but the other girls paid us to rough you up a bit."

"So, you’re going to gang beat me?"

"Nope, you’re about to get your ass gang raped. Ever hear of bukkake? Since we’re in Japan, we thought we’d try it out."

"What the fuck is bukkake?"
"Oh you’ll see slut, just get on your fucking knees."

I was outnumbered 5 to 1. I had such a petite frame, and these guys were a lot bigger then me. I thought fine, let them do their bukkake thing, and they’ll let me go. They circled around me, and started fumbling with their zippers. They probably just wanted some handjobs, or blowjobs or something. I thought, I might as well get this over with, and reached for one of the dangling cocks.

"Don’t touch me you dirty whore. I don’t want your slutty hands on my cock. Just stay still and be a good bitch."

They started jacking off in a circle. What kind of rape was this? A gay ass group masturbation, with me kneeling in the middle? Let them have their fun, I guess they got tired of jacking to nudey magazines, they wanted to do it while looking at a real girl. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. After a couple of minutes, they were done. They had just collectively cum on me. I couldn’t believe it. That was my ‘punishment’ for being a slut? This was it? Some jizz in my hair and face? Whatever. Then I heard the door open.

"Oh snap, you guys already started?"

I turned my cum splattered face, to see the other 15 guys who came on the trip, come in the door. I had a bad feeling about this. The 5 other guys backed away from me, and a new 5 stood around me. I suffered 3 more barrages of sticky white semen. I was in a hotel room, 20 guys from my school there, dripping in their combined sperm. Their combined sperm, had gotten all over my head, soaked my blouse, and had spattered onto the front of my school skirt. Fuck, I had to wear this for two days, and there was no laundry machine in the hotel. I had spent my money shopping, because we had the first day to explore on our own; there were scheduled group activities for the rest of the trip. No money, or time to get this shit cleaned.

"Well Abby, any questions about what bukkake is now?"

"No, it’s just a gay ass jerk circle."

"Shut up slut. It’s not gay. It’s about making you ashamed of your slutty behaviour. Maybe if you put out a bit, we wouldn’t have any problems with you. The other girls are just as slutty as you, maybe more. Only thing is, is that they put out."

"This is all because I don’t wanna fuck you losers? I don’t fuck high school boys, because they are so inexperienced. You guys could barely last longer then two minutes before you came."

"Well—uh—"

"Am I too hot for you, is that it? Can’t stand being this close to such a hot piece of ass? Or do you suffer from premature ejaculation?"

"It doesn’t matter what you say, there’s no audio."

"What do you mean?"

"We taped this. When we get back, we’re selling copies to the whole school. Your social life is ruined when people find out about this."

"No, you can’t do that. I’ll do anything."

"Do you think any guy is gonna wanna touch you after they’ve seen you drenched in the cum of 20 different guys? Hell no."

I started to cry. Tears mixing with the semen on my face. It dribbled down my cheeks into my mouth; damn tears and cum are really salty.

"20 loads of cum isn’t enough of a shaming, we’re gonna do it all over again."

I wasn’t even paying attention to what he was saying anymore. I just kept crying. I thought they were just gonna get back at me, and that was the end. But, those fuckers taped this. At least school was over in a week, there were finals, grad, and then high school was done. I looked up, and saw all 20 guys standing around me jacking off. A few came on me, and made there way out of the circle and out of the room. Eventually, all 20 guys had cum on me again, and they all left. I was there, all alone on my knees on a cum drenched carpet, dripping in cum. I wanted to crawl into a hole, curl up and hide from the world. But I couldn’t, the guys had opened the door and started shouting at me to get the fuck out. I stood, and shakily walked towards the door. They were standing there, laughing at me, they followed me back to my room, mocking me all the way. I stripped off my soaking wet uniform, and slipped into the shower. I turned it on, and the feeling of the water running over my body reminded me too much of their cum splattering over me. I turned off the water, and just crawled into the bed, still coated in cum. I had gotten out so fast, that barely any had washed off at all.

The next morning, I woke up, my eyes sealed shut. I quickly remembered the ordeal from last night. My tears dissolved the dried cum on my lashes, allowing me to open my eyes. I sat up, the sheets sticking to me. The dried cum acted as a glue, I had a hard time peeling the bed sheets off of me. I was still too traumatized to use the shower, so I just used a wet towel, and wiped myself down. Great, forced to give myself a whore’s bath.

I saw my school uniform, crumpled on the floor, I picked them up, they were dry at least. However, they were all wrinkled, and you could see the stains the cum had left behind. Great, I had an hour before I had to meet the group downstairs fro breakfast. I didn’t feel like facing those boys, after what the did to me, but I was worried that the teacher supervisor, would yell at me for having such a messy uniform, or worse, he would know what the stains were from, and think poorly of me. I had to go downstairs though, so I bit the bullet, got dressed, and headed downstairs. As I walked to the elevator, I could barely make out my cum-footprints I had made the night before. I stepped into the elevator, and a couple guys from last night were in there as well. They snickered at me, and talked amongst them self, occasionally laughing and pointing at me. My face turned a deep red, and I waited for them to get out, before I did. I made my way into the breakfast room, and took a seat. Everyone had made it there before me, and as soon as I sat down, all the boys started laughing. The teacher sitting a couple seats over managed to restore order. After breakfast, we were taking a bust tour, and while everyone else paired up, I was stuck sitting beside the teacher. I saw him staring at the state of my uniform, and I knew he could smell the cum.

"So, you must’ve had some wild night?"

"Uh, I guess so."

"Well, from the look of al those stains, it was definitely a messy one."

"Um yea, I fell asleep eating some ice cream."

"Oh so that’s what that is? I wonder where that smell is coming from? It kinda smells like sex."

"Oh I didn’t notice."

"I know you’re lying."

"What?"

"I got this envelope last night, and there was a DVD inside. I saw what they did to you."

"And you’re not going to punish them?"

"You’re old enough for you to make your own decisions. From the looks of things, you didn’t put up much of a fight."

"I thought they were just gonna jack of. I had no idea they wanted to cum on me."

"So what am I supposed to do."

"Give them detention or something, you’re a teacher, do something."

"Fine. Driver stop the bus."

The driver parked the bus. The teacher stood up and walked to the front, as he passed me, I could have sworn he grabbed one of my breasts. He rolled down the blinds on the windows, and faced the back of the bus.

"I am aware of the events that passed last night, and action must be taken."

Yes! Those fuckers were gonna get punished for what they did.

"I saw the DVD that was slipped under my door last night, and I want to see the live show."

What? He was supposed to punish them, not encourage them.

"I thought you were on my side! What the hell do you mean ‘live show’!"

"It means round two Abby. Now get on your knees, in the aisle."

He was my teacher, and what was I gonna do? Hit him? I would get suspended or expelled. I couldn’t get off the bus, he was blocking the way. And even if I did, I didn’t know my way back to the hotel. I resigned myself to what was about to happen. I stood up, walked down the aisle. I got on my knees and waited.

"Wow, that’ it? No fuss, you’re just gonna take it?"

"Uh-huh. It’s not like I can stop you."

"Okay then. Boys, get to it."

The boys stood up, and undid their zippers. I looked around, seeing all those small limp cocks. I wanted to get this over with as fast as I could, but these immature boys had trouble getting hard, and had such short staying power. I felt so ashamed, my teacher was there this time, and he had seen a video of the last time. Two days, and two bukkake shamings. I saw the tent in my teacher’s pants, and the bus driver’s. They were watching, and obviously enjoying it. After a few minutes, I was drenched in my classmates’ cum all over again. I could feel their semen as it ran down my body; between my breasts, down my back, and drip off my face. My vagina was getting wet, I was actually enjoying this? My shame had turned into pleasure, I started rubbing it around, I really enjoyed the feel of it on my skin. The teacher and bus driver approached me, the tents in their pants easily visible. They unzipped, and starting jacking off as well. It was bad enough my fellow students were using me like a cum dumpster, but my teacher, and some fat bus driver as well? This was an all new low. My teacher at least, was kind of attractive, but the bus driver was old, fat, and kind of hairy. His cock was really short, but kind of fat, and really grossed me out. He cam first, right on my eyes, as I was looking at his gross penis. My teacher was standing behind me, and allowed his cum to pour out onto my hair, and run down onto my face. I kept rubbing the semen all over my body, and moaned in pleasure. As I opened my mouth, some of the cum slid into my mouth. It was salty, but not that bad. In fact, I kinda liked it. I started licking the cum off of my hands.

"Wow, that slut is really into it!"

"Dude man, great plan to bukkake this bitch last night. Never thought it’d work out so great."

"Driver, back to the hotel please."

"Yes sir. Gotta love them Japanese fellas for inventing this bukkake stuff eh?"

"Sure, just get going already."

The driver slipped his cock back in his pants and zipped up. My teacher zipped up as well, and sat back down. I had tried to wipe as much cum off of myself, and drink it, but I still felt kind of sticky. My clothes were still moist, so I took them off. I rung them out over my face, and allowed the cum to drip into my mouth. I was completely naked on the floor, ringing my uniform out to get more cum to drink. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I had grown a real taste for the stuff. I needed more. I left my clothes on the floor, I couldn’t ring them out anymore, but they were still damp. I approached my teacher, completely naked, and still slightly sticky.

"I thought your cum was the tastiest of it all." I whispered

"I’m glad you liked it."

I started rubbing his crotch, and I could feel him growing in my hand.

"I need more sir, it’s just so warm, and salty. It feel so good on my skin and I my mouth. Please sir, can I have some more?"

"I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole. All that jizz on you, it’d be kind of gay."

"But, I wiped most of it off. Please sir, just jack off on my face. You don’t actually have to touch me."

"Fine, but don’t get to close. I don’t want to be touched by your nasty jizz hands."

I lay on the ground, and slid my head between his feet. He started jacking off on his seat, and after a few moments, he pointed his throbbing cock straight down, and blasted me square in the face. Some splattered onto his shoes, and I happily licked it up. I got up, and sat beside him. He told me to keep my distance, and I did. I felt so cheap, I was no better then a soiled rag. Men didn’t mind unloading into me, but they didn’t wanna touch me afterwards. I scooped his cum off my face with my fingers, and licked them clean. I got up, and went to grab my clothes. They were pretty dry, and mainly just sticky and stained. I was getting kind of cold, but cum soiled clothes were better then nothing. I got dressed, and sat back down. I reeked of semen, and a look of disgusts crept onto the teachers face. He got up, and took a seat in the back. I sat there, all alone until we got back to the hotel. On the way out, some of the boys spat on me, others laughed and made jokes. I felt so ashamed. A couple days ago, I was some unattainable, sexy, popular girl. Now, I was no better then the tissues they jerked off into at night. The bus driver hadn’t gotten off yet, and her tuned to me and said.

"Well little lady, time to get out."
"Just, give me a moment."

"Alright, but you gotta give me something."

"What?"

"I heard you begging your teacher for cum, and I’d be happy to give you some of mine."

"Eww, not from you."

"I don’t think you’re in any position to object. Them boys rigged up a camera in here too. Guess there’s gonna be more then one DVD."

"What do I care? My life was ruined when they taped me the first time. I don’t really care now."

"Well, if you don’t care, you won’t mind me shoving my cock in your mouth."

He quickly stood up, and walked towards me. I tried to get past the fat old bastard, but he shoved me on the ground. He picked me up by my still sticky hair, and shoved my face in his crotch. I rocked back onto my knees, as he undid his zipper.

"Suck it slut. Not like you’re gonna get any cock from them. They’re too grossed out by the thought of touching you after all that cum was on you. Me, I don’t care what you’ve been covered in."

His cock sprung free, striking me in the face. It wasn’t very long, but it was quite thick, and it hurt when it smacked my cheek like that. I started stroking him, not quite wanting to stick it in my mouth. He grabbed the sides of my face, and plunged himself into me. I had lost control of the situation, as he started humping my face vigorously. I started gagging, as the tip of his cock started smacking against the back of my throat. A few minutes later, the bucking slowed down, and he grunted as he released his seed inside my mouth. Although his cock looked kind of disgusting, the semen that came out tasted great. I started sucking him hard, in an effort to get every last drop out.

"Thanks slut, haven’t been with a woman in years. Nice to unload into something other than a napkin."

He tugged me along by my hair, and rolled me down the stairs of his bus. He shut the door and drove off. There I was in the middle of the street; cum dripping down my chin, noticeable cum stains on my clothes, and sticky all over. I got up, walked to the front door, and tried to get in. The door man wouldn’t let me in until I showed him my room key. I hurried through the lobby, as people gasped and stared and my appearance. I didn’t bother with the elevator, and just ran upstairs and hid in my room. I didn’t leave my room again, until it was the last day of the trip. I had to wear my dirty clothes on the plane, because I didn’t have pajamas, only this see-through nightie.
The next couple of weeks were horrible. I couldn’t get a guy to go with me grad, people laughed and called me names in the hall, and people threw things at me during the exam. It was as if the whole damn school had seen the DVD’s of those guys cumming all over me. It was a horrible way to end high school. Luckily I had got in to a university in America, so I could start over there. I could avoid people all summer long, and that would be the end of it. I was mistaken. The ringleader of the whole bukkake thing Greg, had an older cousin, Eric, working at the fire hall. Turns out he had seen it as well. I was walking home from the store one day, and I passed the fire hall (it was only like 3 blocks from my house, I passed it all the time). Eric was in the driveway to the fire hall, washing one of the trucks.

"Hey Abby."

"Uh hi, Eric."

"Glad to be done with high school?"

"Uh yeah, I am."

"You don’t seem happy, what’s wrong?"

"Oh. Nothing, I should get going. See ya."

"Oh, I get it. It’s because I’m Greg’s cousin isn’t it?"

"What?"

"Abby, I saw the DVD."

"Oh, you did."

"Yeah, it’s understandable that you’re ashamed. They used you like such a cheap whore."

"Yeah, they kinda did."

"Well, anyways, if you’re looking for some summer work, the boys make quite a mess, we could use someone to clean up."

"What do you mean?"

"We need someone to clean all the hoses."

"Greg told me how addicted to cum you are. With the social lockout that happened after people saw, I imagine you haven’t had a drop of cum since then."

"Um, well you’re right, but—"

"Shut up you slut. You want to feel my cum on your face? Wanna taste of my man seed? Then get inside bitch."

He was right. I did crave cum. I missed the feel, the taste of it. He made an offer that I absolutely couldn’t refuse. I wanted jizz, I needed it. I started walking inside, and he followed behind. We walked through the garage, and through the door.

"Guess who I found boys!"

"Who?"

"That cum fiend from my cousin’s DVD."

"What? Seriously?"

Every fireman in the room turned and looked. Their jaws dropped as they realized he wasn’t lying.

"Get over her bitch."

"Nah babe, get your freaky ass over here. I gotta rub one out and we’re fresh out of kleenex."

Eric grabbed me by the hand, and dragged me along, as the other guys followed him. He shoved me to the floor of their big showering room. He stepped out of his pants, and stood behind me. The other guys caught on, and started taking their pants off as well. Now, these were cocks. So much bigger then the cocks of my former classmates. All the guys were already hard, and jacking themselves off.

"Boys, let’s play a game. The first one to ejaculate has to kiss her after we’re all done."

"Dude, that’s gross."

"What you’re afraid you’ll be first?"

All of a sudden, one of the guys came. I guess he was remembering the video, and it was too much for him.

"Fuck."

"Haha. Jimmy’s gotta kiss her all covered in cum."

"Stupid slut is actually kind of hot, couldn’t help myself."

"Whatever dude."

The other guys kept wanking, and without the fate of having to kiss a cum covered slut at the end, they really got into it. Within minutes, the rest of the guys had all finished with me. It was a familiar feeling, being on my knees, a large group of guys around me, their cum sliding down me. I shakily stood up, and walked towards the nearest shower. I was fully clothed, but it was a hot day out, my clothes would dry. Jimmy came over to me, and gave a quick peck on the cheek. He spat on my face afterwards, to get the taste of cum out of his mouth, and stormed off.

"What do you think you’re doing slut?"

"Uh, getting cleaned up."

"No you’re not. You’re walking home like that. Better hope your parents are out. Now get out of here slut and come back tomorrow, we have something else in store for you."

"And what if I don’t?"

"We’ll mail a copy of that DVD to your parents’ work."

"Fine."

I walked out of the firehouse, and into the hot summer sun. As I kept walking, I could almost feel the jizz drying on my skin. My clothes began to stiffen up, as the jizz acted like a glue to the fibers. I eventually made it home, and immediately hopped in the shower clothes and all. It took awhile to rub out all the cum, but at long last I was no longer sticky, and the smell of sperm was gone; my clothes were clean as well, but I put them in the wash anyways. I lay on my bed wondering, what could they have planned for me tomorrow. They already used me like the cum dumpster I was, did they wanna go at it again, or was it something entirely new? I read a book, and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, I got up, remembering the past day’s events. I had slept in, so I decided to head to the fire hall, to avoid my parents’ finding out. I got dressed in a really short denim skirt, no panties or bra, and a tight thin white tank top. I practically ran down the street, I didn’t want to be late. I reached the fire hall, and rushed inside.

"I’m here guys, let’s get this over with."

"Good, thought you weren’t gonna show. Follow me."

I walked behind, but to my surprise he wasn’t taking me back to the showers. Instead, we were in the kennel. The fire hall kept Dalmatians, just for traditions sake; they didn’t actually do anything. There were three spacious cages, a big Dalmatian on each one.

"These are the dogs. All male."

"So?"

"It’s not us who are having fun with you today, it’s them."

"Wait what?"

"You heard me slut. Now open the cages."

I walked around the room, pulling the latches open, letting the dogs free to roam the open space. They wagged their tails, and paced around me, happy to see a new face. They licked my hands, jumped up on me, and playfully barked.

"Now, pick a dog, and bring him with you."

I grabbed the nearest one by the collar, and followed Eric out of the room. I followed him back into the rec room, where I saw all the firemen, sitting in chairs.

"It’s not a donkey show in Tijuana, but it’s the next best thing."

"Get undressed, and onto your hands and knees."

I didn’t bother putting up a fight, and just complied. As I kneeled there, on all fours, quivering and naked, he brought the dog I picked in front of me.

"Look him in the face, slut, I want you to see this in your mind’s eye as he fucks you from behind. I want you to always know this dog’s face."

I looked up at the dog, who seemed to be smiling. He walked up to me and licked my face.

"Now grab his cock, get it hard."

I reached under him, and felt around until I found the furry sheath. It was so small. I kept rubbing, and I stared in amazement, as it quickly grew much larger. Must have been at least 9 inches long, and as thick as my wrist. I didn’t have super thick wrists, but still it was thicker then any human cock I’d seen; and I had seen a lot. As soon as the dog’s penis was erect, Eric led him behind me. The dog sniffed at my pussy that had already started getting moist. The dog leapt up, and placed his front paws on my shoulders. The dog starting humping, but kept missing, as I never felt his cock touch me. I reached back, and guided him in. As soon as the tip of the dog cock had entered, he resumed his wild bucking. I was no virgin, but it still hurt like hell, as the huge dog penis stretched me wider then I had ever been. My entire body shook, and I struggled to maintain my balance. A few minutes later, I felt a bulge in the dog’s boner, at the entrance to my pussy. I felt the bulge work deeper into me, and when it had reached the tip, I felt hot dog sperm shoot deep inside me. The bulge started moving to the base of the dogs cock, but stopped just before leaving my pussy. I tried crawling out from under the dog, but he was stuck inside me. We were knotted together. This elicited laughter from most of the firemen watching. I was already ashamed of my bukkake addiction, and the fact that I just fucked by a dog, but now I was stuck? It was too much. I felt like I was going to cry, but just before I did, I felt the bulge shrink, and the dog cock slide out of me.

"Bring the other two in."

My mind and heart were racing. I had just been fucked by one dog, and it had been such an ordeal for my pussy, and I had two more to go?

"Bring me the bucket."
One of the guys in the back passed the bucket through the crowd to the front, and Eric placed in under my pussy as dog cum started to dribble out. The other two Dalmatians were led in, and the other was led out. The two new dogs sniffed at my pussy, gave it a couple licks, and lost interest.

"You’re pussy looks pretty sore, and there’s no way a dog cock is gonna fit in your ass, so why don’t you jack em off into the bucket."

"At the same time?"

"Damn straight slut."

I sat up, with the bucket between my legs. I coaxed both dogs towards me, with one standing over each of my legs. I reached under each one, and felt the familiar furry sheath. I stroked back and forth, and within seconds I had two horny Dalmatians. I kept stroking, and felt the bulge in the dog’s cock, in my left hand, start working its way to the tip, and brought the bucket under him. I aimed the cock downwards, and dog seed erupted into it. I quickly licked the residual cum off of him, and the dog was led out. I turned my attention to the third and final dog. I placed both hands on him, and revved up the pace. In seconds, I felt the bulge rush to the tip, and I aimed this dog’s cock into the bucket. The first load came out with such force, that the cock slipped out of my hands, and blasted me in the face and breasts. A roar of laughter came from the crowd. I fumbled with it, and managed to collect the rest of it in the bucket. I cleaned this cock as well, and the third and final dog was led away.

"What do you want me to do with the cum in the bucket?"

"Get dressed first."
I quickly slipped my skirt and tank top back on, and cum soaked through the thin white cloth, giving them all a fairly clear view of my tits.

"Pour it over yourself. The whole thing."

I picked up the bucket and lifted it over my head.

"Wait, tilt your head back and leave your mouth open as you pour it."

I did as he commanded, and found that I actually like the taste of dog spunk. It was salty just like human jizz, but with a sweeter aftertaste. This is not to say that I didn’t like the flavor of human cum. The dog sperm showered over me, getting into my hair, in my mouth, on my face, and drenching my clothes. When I opened my eyes, I found it hard, because thick ropes of really sticky jizz had almost glued them shut. I pushed them to the side, and licked them off my fingers. I stared down at my clothes, and my tank top was completely see through, and my skirt was absolutely soaked.

"Wanna get cleaned off bitch?"

"Yes please."

"Alright boys, clean her up."

I thought they were gonna towel me off, but boy was I wrong. Some had gotten boners watching me and the dogs, but others had to stroke themselves a few times to get hard. They circled around me, and I was in a very familiar place; surrounded by horny guys, and about to be cummed on. Only this time I was already soaked in dog cum. After about a half hour, every guy in the room had dumped their seed on me, and walked out. I was kneeling their on the floor, alone, or so I though. Eric was still there. He walked in front of me, and started wanking.

"Open up bitch, it’s target practice."

Just like his cousin, he had such short staying power, and within seconds he had unloaded his first wad of cum. He missed my gaping mouth, and hit me in the eye. His second load didn’t shoot out, but rather dribbled onto my tongue.

"Now get out of here slut. We’re done with you."

"I don’t have to come back anymore?"

"Not exactly. You still have to come back, but that’s the end of the bukkake, unless you want it."

"What about the dogs?"

"Only if you ask."

I stood up, smiled at him, and walked out. It was hard to walk, as every time I took a step forward, the sticky cloth of my jean skirt restricted my movements more and more. I wasn’t wearing panties, but it was dark out now; no one would see me. I stripped naked, and walked out, naked, drenched in cum, soaking clothes in hand.

THE END

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Good 2 B V.I.P.

MiizTerriiFreaK 5469 days ago on Exhibitionist Stories

The club was packed full of young, energetic individuals grinding on one another. I gazed around the dance floor looking intently for my sexy beast. I spotted a gorgeous, caramel-skinned man across the floor and immediately felt my heart skip a few beats. I bit my lip smiling at him hoping he'll look my way. Since he decided to take a mighty long time to look at me, I took it upon myself to make some moves. I strutted my way over to his table very confidently. He was laughing with his boys and didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even see me coming. His friends spotted me walking towards them, and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned his head and looked me up and down. I placed my hand on his thigh and whispered very seductively for him to meet me in the V.I.P. section if he wants to have some real fun. With th

at, I walked away swaying my hips toward the V.I.P. section. He turned back to his boys and told them not to wait up for him.

I waited patiently for Sean to follow me to the exclusive section. Less than a minute later, he appeared behind me wrapping his arms around my waist. "Hm hmm hmmm" he moaned softly. He nibbled on my ear knowing full well where thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s going to lead. I took a deep breath in order to control my sexual urges, but he was against that idea. He wanted me wet and full of desire for his dick. He grabbed my hand from the handrail we were up against, and made me unzip my jeans. He forced my hand down my own pants and I felt my wetness. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Play for me, Val.Ã¢â‚¬Â He whispered in my ear. Very much engulfed in my own sexual energy, I roughly fingered myself just for him. With every moan, I felt his dick grow more erect against my ass. He pushed himself harder, and I felt weak in the knees. I moaned louder not caring who would hear me. He put his finger in my mouth inviting me to suck it. Not being able to control myself much longer, I came in my own hand and licked my own juices, much to his surprise. His dick was so erect by this time; I felt I had to torture him just a bit. I turned around and kissed him passionately. At the same time, I unzipped his pants and took his dick out thru the hole in his boxers. Smiling brightly and devilish, I knelt down and took him in my mouth. I sucked him hard and beat him off in tune with the music. Not able to keep himself up, he griped the handrail firmly and swayed his hips roughly. He grabbed my hair and pushed for me to deep throat. I took all of him in my mouth and he came. I stood up and swallowed his juices with one gulp. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hmm tasty,Ã¢â‚¬Â I said licking my lips.

Very aroused, he threw me against the glass table. He forced his tongue in my mouth and kissed me passionately. Our tongues had minds of their own and danced in each otherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mouth. The scent of my arousal was fumigating in our nose. "Hmmm strawberries" he said between kisses. "Fuck me already!" I screamed. He pulled my jeans off and I did the same with his. He was such an animal and I loved every minute of it. He ripped my panties off with one pull and started eating me out. His tongue felt so wonderful against my clit, he made me weak in the knees. I moaned his name louder and louder begging him to make me cum. I wanted his dick inside me so bad I thought I was guna lose my mind. The more I moaned the harder he sucked. I screamed in ecstasy and finally came in his mouth. He pulled away and licked his lips, "O yea...definitely strawberries," he chuckled. He took his dick and penetrated my pussy with long, slow strokes. "Fuck me like you've never before,Ã¢â‚¬Â I begged him breathlessly. He pushed himself as deeply as he could. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Deeper, Papi, deeper!Ã¢â‚¬Â I screamed. He obeyed my every wish and fucked me insanely.

He turned me over into a new position and fucked me doggy style. Across from the table was a large mirror. He watched keenly at how much I enjoyed his dick tearing my pussy up. I grabbed his hand and made him finger fuck me at the same time. Pushing him onto the chair, I rode his dick backwards. Feeling the best IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve ever felt, I came within 2 minutes and pulled his hand out. I put his finger in my mouth to taste my own juices once again and he felt extremely turned on. He came inside me, and we collapsed into each otherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s arms. We sat in silence, listening to the sound of the music.

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NurseDee

WarmRainzz 5469 days ago on Sex Stories

One day, Terry (a female patient who was no stranger to the
office) had come in for a full physical for a new job she had
taken at a local prestigious law firm. After sitting in
the waiting room for about half an hour, NurseDee finally
called her name and escorted her into exam room 3. Being
slightly familiar with each other they began some idle
chitchat as NurseDee took her weight and height. Terry
was dressed casual in some jeans and a pull over sweater.
NurseDee needed to take her blood pressure next but found
the long sleeve sweater a nuisance and asked Terry to remove
it. As Terry began to do so the sweater snagged on one of TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
nipple rings and put her in quite the situation. With her
hands half raised

over her head and the sweater caught on
one of her nipple rings, she had no choice but to ask NurseDee
for a little help. NurseDee began to look around TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
breasts but couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t identify the exact location of the
snag and was left with no choice but to raise her hand to TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
breast and begin to feel around. Slowly across TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
firm breast to her now perky nipple from all the tugging
and pulling trying to remove the sweater. NurseDee finally
found the snag and released the sweater from the nipple
ringÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s clutches.

NurseDee wrapped the small sleeve around her arm and began
to take her blood pressure. Hmm, she said, a little on the
high side I see. Well, letÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s see how the lungs are. NurseDee
started with checking TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s breathing from the back.
The metal was cold and Terry perked up on the table. NurseDee
slide the stethoscope across TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s back and could see
the goose bumps follow it. Done checking from the back,
NurseDee stepped in front of Terry to listen from the front.
TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nipples had both perked up to full attention and
were extremely noticeable. TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nipples were on the
large size to say the least and those nipple rings were just
a dangling in the air. NurseDee couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but take note
and stare at them for just a second or two. Terry noticed
NurseDeeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s stare and said do you like them?Ã¢â‚¬Â¦I think they
are too big but most of the guys I meet seem to like themÃ¢â‚¬Â¦what
do you think? NurseDee just wanted to let out, I think they
are absolutely delicious looking but she held back and
just said I think they hold your nipple rings very well.

The next thing Terry needed to do was pee into a cup so NurseDee
asked Terry to finish undressing and put a robe on. While
NurseDee held the robe, Terry turned to unbutton her jeans
and began to tug at them. NurseDee couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but feel
a little twinge between her legs as TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s jeans slowly
pulled down and exposed TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s fully tanned and well-rounded
ass with just a black g-string nestled between her cheeks.
Terry pulled down her skimpy panties and turned toward
NurseDee to grab the robe. As she did her very well and neatly
trimmed bush almost seemed to smile at NurseDee. Terry
put the robe on, then NurseDee handed her a cup and she proceeded
to the bathroom. While in the restroom Terry got a bad cramp
in her lower back and couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t manage to sit down and pee
in the cup. She called for NurseDee and explained the situation.
NurseDee said that they must have the urine sample and offered
to help once again. NurseDee told Terry to stand still and
spread her legs as wide as she could in the small bathroom
they were in. As she did, NurseDee squatted down and her
eyes light up as she saw the beginnings of some rather large
and dangly pussy lips concealed between TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s legs.
Just then NurseDee had a flashback to a prior experience
with a woman who also had large dangly pussy lips and how
she had spent the better part of a night licking and nibbling
on them and how hot and wet both women had got from the experience.
NurseDee felt an adrenaline flush come over her starting
in her head and face, flowing down across her breasts and
settling in between her legs. She could feel the moisture
almost instantaneously build up in her pussy as she tried
to regain her composure. As her eyes began to refocus she
noticed what seemed to be a small droplet of some sort forming
at the very tip of the lowest hanging pussy lip. NurseDee
couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help herself but reach for the droplet and brush
the tip of her index finger against it. As she did, the droplet
clang to her finger and drew itself into a long thin crystal
clear wire as she pulled away from TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s lips. NurseDee
felt her pussy pounding, screaming to be touched. Still
in a squatted position, she reached down and touched herself
through the white pantyhose she had on. Terry could begin
to smell the aroma of NurseDee and pulled her head toward
her clit and dangling lips. Lick me she softly moaned. NurseDee
slide her tongue up along TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s slit to the throbbing
little knob that seemed to have a pulse of its own. Terry
gasped and pushed NurseDeeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s head into her pubic mound
even more. More droplets formed at the tips of TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s lower
lips until enough wetness had collected that it began to
repel down between her spread legs, in the open air, desperately
clinging to those dangling pussy lips, as its own weight
pulled it away, separating and dripping onto NurseDees
thigh.

NurseDee had one hand wrapped around TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ass pulling
her hot box into her mouth as her other hand messaged and
rubbed all over her own pussy through her white pantyhose.
NurseDee couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take much more and began tugging and
pulling at her panty hose until she managed to poke a hole
in them and continued to tug and pull at them until she had
created a tear in them large enough to free her throbbing
clit and pounding pussy. As she tongued and ate TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
snatch, NurseDee rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy
until she felt that rush come over her body again, but this
time it wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t from a flashback but from an orgasm that was
building deep inside her. She rubbed and fingered herself
furiously until she threw her head back away from TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
cunt and let out a moan anyone near by was sure to hear. NurseDee
came as she remained there, squatting and arched back away
from Terry, still clutching onto TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ass for support
with her fingers dancing around inside herself. As her
body heaved and contracted from the orgasm a squirt of moisture
made its way to the floor and lay between TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s feet.

NurseDee didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want Terry to feel left out and was somewhat
dismayed that she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t able to finish the job with her
tongue before she lost control and fingered herself into
oblivion, so she lead Terry back to the examine table and
told her to lay down. She brought the table stirrups out
and placed TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s legs up in them. Next she began to trace
the outline of TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s soaking pussy with one of her own
pussy soaked fingers. She traced round and round with smaller
and smaller circles until she let one finger slip in. TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
box was so hot and so wet that one finger slide in and out with
too much ease so NurseDee slipped a second finger in. Terry
laid there on the examine table just taking it all in. As
NurseDee began to slip a third finger into her, Terry gasped
a little and raised her hands to begin playing with her nipple
rings. Terry pulled on and twisted her nipple rings as NurseDee
slide three fingers in and out of her pussy. As TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s excitement
began to grow, NurseDee slipped a forth finger inside her
and pushed up against her pussy until it swallowed her hand
up past her knuckles with just the thumb still exposed.
TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s moaning and nipple play grew heavier and more intense.
NurseDee began to rub TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s clit with her other hand while
still finger fucking her with four fingers. After a moment
or two, TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy began to relax and take NurseDeeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
hand with a little more ease. Distracting Terry with some
concentrated clit play, NurseDee paused her hand in TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
pussy to position her thumb for entry. Terry seemed to be
reeling in the clit play and was almost madly tugging and
twisting at her nipple rings. NurseDee began to push her
whole hand toward TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s vaginal opening. She stood there
between TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s legs watching her play with her nipples
as if almost lost in a dream somewhere, slowly her hand began
to stretch and push apart the opening of that hot box. Terry
stiffened up momentarily and then relaxed as if to welcome
the intrusion. NurseDee continued to apply a little more
pressure bit by bit. TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy was tight around the
back of her hand, but NurseDee continued to coax and persuade
TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy to open. Terry once again stiffened up as
the maximum girth of NurseDeeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand began to enter her
pussy. They were there, the point of no return, just a little
further and the entire fist would be in. NurseDee backed
off just a little to fool TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy into relaxing just
the tiniest of bit and then pushed one last time to pop her
fist in. Ahhh, Terry let out as NurseDeeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s fist slipped
past the entrance and into her body.

NurseDee was getting all creamy again from all the pussy
play and watching Terry play with her nipples. She pulled
her fist back toward TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s G-spot and Terry gasped at
the pleasure and slight pain that hit her all of a sudden
and at the same time. NurseDee relaxed and slide her fist
back inÃ¢â‚¬Â¦.Again she pulled back and upÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Terry gasped again
and shuttered a little this time seeming to feel more pleasure
than pain. NurseDee repeated this sequence until Terry
started moaning and groaning as if trying to orgasm but
unable. NurseDee tried it a few more times but this time
concentrating and rubbing TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s G-spot slightly different.
That was it, thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s all it took. Terry began to heave and
thrust and cum and orgasmÃ¢â‚¬Â¦.over and over again each time
a little harder than the firstÃ¢â‚¬Â¦until all of a sudden TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
pussy began squirting fluid from it. The power of TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s
orgasmic heaving, the feeling of TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy wrapped
so tight around her fist and the sight of TerryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy squirting
fluid out and all over her was too much for her to take and
NurseDee had a spontaneous orgasm as well. Both women,
overcome with delirium had never noticed that the doctor
had entered the room and witnessed the end to this spectacular
eventÃ¢â‚¬Â¦

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Hallowicked

Mephistopheles 5469 days ago on Sex Stories

Hallowicked
The night before
A place where anything can happen
A fist full of fuck ups
And a show full of freaks
This is a raging party you can't beat
Change into your costume
Paint up your face with that plastic goo
On Hallowicked anything becomes true

Halls... Halls... Crowded... Empty...

I'm running behind. My feet carry me through the empty hallways of Van Buten College. I'm wearing a button up shirt over an under shirt, slacks, and my favorite par of black boots; though my boots are tattered and old. The halls are dimly light and there are no signs of anyone, no people, no footsteps, no shadows. I've got my costume in my bag, nothing special, this year I'm dressing a

s a scarecrow. There's a restroom, I can change in there. I duck into the bathroom, a unisex one, it's dimly light like the rest of the school. It's a relatively large room, maybe 30 by 30 feet, there are urinals against the left wall, and stalls against the right, between them are sinks with mirror. A few feet away from the sink, near the center of the room, there are a few long thin benches along the length of the room.

I lay my bag on one of the benches, and sit down beside it, I start untying my boots, getting ready to change for the party. I pull my boots off and lay them down under the bench. As I do this someone pops their head in, looks around, and withdraws, "Hey!" I shout to the person, "Don't worry, I'm the only one in here, plus it's a unisex bathroom." The person sticks their head in again, and finally walks through the door.

She's short, and pretty cute. She has cute little blue eyes, magnified by her small black-framed glasses, and long curly hair; blonde. "Hi." she says in a way of comfort, she's apparently not shy. She looks about 5'1'' or 5'2'', but she's not thin, though she's not fat, she looks somewhere in between. She looks like she's got a perfect little body under her green striped T-shirt and faded jeans. "How's it goin'?" I ask casually, tucking the shoelaces into my boots before I slide them under the bench, "Could you remind me I put those under there?" I ask motioning toward the boots, "I'd like not to forget them." She smiles and nods before sitting a little green bag on the bench next to the one I'm sitting on.

She sits down beside her bag and starts taking off her shoes, similarly to what I'm doing. I start taking my watch off just before she does the same, "So what are you dressing as?" I ask, tryng to start up a little conversation, I feel the need to break the silence, it's a bit annoying. She looks at me and smiles, she has a cute smile, she has pouty lips that thin at the edges, and when she smiles the edges curve up into a cute little grin.
"Well..." she says looking at her bag, "I'm dressing as a witch."
"Like what kind?" I ask, not looking up.
"Like a good witch." she says, looking at me with her little grin.
"Like... The Wizard of Oz?" I ask, now looking up.
"Yea,likeGlenda."
"Well, thats a coincidence," I say, finally returning her smile, "I'm dressing like the scarecrow..." I pause for a second, thinking about what I just said, "I know it's not very original, but I liked the idea."
"Well, if it works for you, go for it." she continues to smile as she stands up.

I do the same, but she starts to pull off her socks, I turn around and reach into my bag, finding my costume shirt. I find it, a tattered shirt with bits of straw sticking out. I start to unbutton my shirt. She steps around the bench and steps up to the sink, washing her hands, and checking her hair a little bit. I slide the shirt off around my arms and lay it on the bench. She turns and comes back to the bench, apparently her hair was satisfactory. But instead of sitting on the bench with her cloths she sits down on the same bench as me, though on other side of my bag. I am a little excited, but I don't say anything, I just keep undressing. I keep standing while I pull my undershirt off over my head, messing my hair up a little bit.

After I take off my shirt I can see her looking at me through the corner of my eye, "So, what's your name?" I ask, turning to her, my shirt still off, "I haven't seen you around here before." She takes her gaze from my torso and pulls it to my face, "My name is Bethany, I've been around, I guess you haven't been looking hard enough." She smiles, finally standing up. "I guess not." I say, looking around for my scarecrow shirt. "My name is Benjamin." I state, meeting her eyes with a smile.

Bethany looks around for a second, then proceeds to pull her shirt off. She has a flat little stomach, and nice perky breasts, they look a little large, but are held back by her little green bra. I have to sit down. After admiring her nice little body I got a little too "excited", I've got an 8 1/2 inch erection protruding from my pants, and since I'm not wearing any underwear there is nothing to hide it or restrain it. She looks over at me when I abruptly sit down, "Is everything alright?" she asks, looking a little concerned. "Yea," I tell her setting my hands on my stomach, "I've got a little stomach cramps."

She smiles and sits down beside me, pushing my bag to the side. She pushes her hip against me, and looks me over once or twice. Her eyes land on my groin the third time over and she smiles. I feel my face getting hot, and my neck is warm, I know that I'm blushing. "What..." my voice cracks a bit, "What's wrong?" I ask, coughing to straighten my voice. I look down at my groin and see that my erection is clearly visible through my flimsy slacks, my cock is pointing straight out, and even I have to admire how big it is. He smiles wider and leans against me, pressing her breasts on my arms, and this just makes matters worse. I can feel my cock throbbing.

"It's just a boner..." she says smiling, running her hand up and down the length of the shaft. She rests her hand on the head and rubs is quickly, but soft, with her palm. look down at her strangely before returning her curly little grin. Her other hand slides down to my groin as well, but starts to unzip my slacks, quickly at first, but once the zipper is undone she slowly reaches inside. My cock throbs even harder when I feel her little hand wrap around it, though not totally around it, her fingers don't touch. I unbutton my pants and he lets my cock slide out; long, hard, and thick with veins.

"What kinda good witch are you?" I ask, looking her over, head to toe.
"The bad kind..." she says as she slides off the bench, kneeling in front of me.

She starts working me over, running her hand up and down my cock, leaning down and smacking the head against her lips. She smiles her wicked little smile, and I can't help but smile back. I press my palms against the bench and lay back as she sticks out her little tongue, which she runs up and down, round and side to side on my cock. She laps at my balls before taking a bit of my cock in her little mouth. Of course she can't take the full heft of my cock, her mouth seems a bit to small; but it's still very wet, soft, and warm.

She's holding nothing back, she's licking up and down my shaft, cupping my balls, and even playing around with my ass. She's developed a trifecta from paradise. She's tickling all my fancies at once, so it doesn't take long for me to reach my climax, "I'm... c-coming..." I manage to grunt just before cumming. She holds my cock by the bottom of the shaft, and pulls it out of her mouth just before I cum, letting my cum rise in jets, coming to rest on her black-framed glasses. I pant to catch my breath as she takes her glasses off and lays them on the bench, near her bag.

She reaches up from her kneel and puts both her hands on my chest, pushing me back, easing me into a laying position. I'm laying back while she gets to her feet, smiling all the while. I bring my head up a bit, just to look over my chest, I see her reaching behind her back, undoing her bra no doubt. After a small click or two she brings her arms back around and the straps of her bra slide off around her shoulders. Slowly she reaches up and grabs the bra with her forefinger and thumb, and slowly pulls the bra away, unveiling her beautiful little breasts; perky and firm, with perfect little nipples. Her gazed raises up from her bra, which she lays down on her bag, and falls back upon me; my face, my body, my eyes.

She slowly unzips her jeans, not taking her eyes off me all the while, a bit of a strip tease. She lets them slide down her thighs, past her knees, and to her ankles. She steps out of them and I notice her cute little cotton panties, light-green and tight on her rear; very nice. The jeans, tight on her butt and thighs, we now off and she had a nice set of round hips and a full little butt, this complimented her rosy cheeks and curvy smile.

Her gaze fell upon me once more as she stepped toward me, her little grin splitting open to show her pearly teeth, all straight and in perfect proportion. She bent low, peeling the panties off, then stepping closer to me, she strattles me, sitting on my stomach. I smile up at her, placing both my hands on either side of her abdomen, just above her hips. She returns the smiles down on me, running her finger tips over my chest, giving me chills up and down my spine.

She teases me no longer, she leans down and lets her feathery soft lips touch my, wetting my mouth thoroughly. She leans up, and brings her head back down. I open my mouth to meet her, letting her tongue slide in and out of my watering mouth, sliding my tongue into hers, playing with her tongue back and fourth. I lean back and run my tongue along the bottom of her slightly upturned nose, taking my turn to tease this time. She smiles as the string of saliva leading from my tongue to the tip of her nose breaks, and I smile back. She gives a little giggle.

I take my left hand from her side and run it up on her arm, sliding up and down, then onto her shoulder. I slide my hand along her neck and finally resting on her face, cradling her head along her chin and cheek. She smiles and leans back down, we kiss with fiery, lusty passion. I wrap my tongue around hers and she does the vice versa while I slide my hand down and let it rest on her breast. I bring my other hand up to rest on the other breast, slowly I knead her perky little breasts, gently pinching her nipples every now and again.

She sighs softly and I know what she's ready and waiting for.

Great music sounds in my mind while she slides back, about to position herself upon my throbbing parts. Her feet touch the ground and she sits up on my groin, pulling her cute little labia apart and letting my member ease forth into her tight little pussy. She lets herself down as far as she can, leaving maybe two inches of myself out, she gasps a bit, and sighs with pleasure.

She slides up and down, heaving in her own time, bringing herself pleasure as she might let herself. She breaks eye contact with me and lifts her head to the ceiling. Mouth agape, sighing and moaning, she keeps one her path, slide up and down, starting out slowly then faster and faster. My ears fall upon the smacking sound being made by her rump falling on my upper thighs, and this only excites my mind, bringing me that much closer to climax.

Though with each thrust and fall I am brought closer to my part I am still far off, wanting to last long, and return all the pleasures she's given me. The vigor in my bones will not fail me today, not while I have such a lovely little slice of heaven in my arms, so-to-speak. She lets herself fall once more, then sits on my lap, sighing and panting with pleasure. I lean up, off my back, and reach behind her with my hands and place one of each on her rump, helping her down, to lay back.

I push my bag of the bench, onto the floor, to make way for my little lovely. She looks up into my visage, full of passion and pleasure. I plunge myself deeper and deeper into her feminine parts, she sighs and moans with pleasure, and with each and every thrust I put myself deeper and deeper. I wonder, might I be misplacing a bit of her insides as I push in deeper and deeper, maybe pushing her stomach up an inch or two. Though I doubt my misplacing a few of her bits isn't too painful, or else the pleasure I'm giving her is somewhat stronger.

I held myself up over her with my arms, looking deeper and deeper into her eyes as I go deeper and deeper into her newly loosened pussy. She can't keep eye contact with my for longer than a mere moment or two, she's compelled to close her eyes, lean her head back, sighing and moaning all the while. The lights of the dim room, what little there were, dance with the shadows upon her heaving chest, rising and falling, letting the shadows and lights mingle in placid serenity. This only helped to bring me closer to climax.

I know that, all the while, I'm bringing her closer and closer to her climax, I can feel her tensing and loosening, moving closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust. I can sense her getting closer, her moans are now louder and closer together in timing, I'm bringing her to her climax, moving her closer, I want to push her over the edge. I bring my stamina to its bounds, I bring in harder, though still gently. "I'm... Coming-Coming-Coming" she utters between sighs and moans.

I thrust one.
I thrust twice.
I thrust a third time, I feel her tense one last time, then I can fell little squirts from inside her pussy, I can feel the juices popping out and running out, leaving the bench wet. Uh-uh-huh-uh she moans, "Oh my God" she utters once or twice, recovering from her earth quaking climax. "How as that?" I ask, looking down at her closed eye lids, "Great." she says in a sigh, her eyes fluttering open, our retinas meeting each other. "Ready for another go?" I ask, not looking away from her. "Definitely." she says, not breaking her eyes either. I stand up and back away and step. I offer her my hand, which she takes, so I help her to her feet, admiring her nice little body.

She turns her back to me and bends over, holding herself up with her hands on the bench. I put the head of my cock up against her labia, but stop when she says "I want it in my ass." I look at the back of her head for a second before pulling my cock up an inch or two putting it against her ass hole. "You're a wicked little witch." I tell her before pushing myself an inch or two into her ass. I pause for a second after I get my head into her ass, then push it the rest of the way in, or in this case leaving an inch or two out, not wanting to overwhelm her.

She moans a familiar song, familiar but still enjoyable, and I bring my thrusts in and out with the tempo of her moans and sighs. I put my right hand on top of her ass, holding her steady, and bring the other round her side, down to her crotch. I stroke at her clit, pinching it and playing around with it. I bring my face closer to the back of her head, whispering bits of sweet words I breathe and lick on her ear, nibbling on her ear lobes, heightening her senses.

Her ass is so tight and sweet inside, almost as sweet as her velvet, golden pussy. My member slides in and out, though on one back stroke I pull back too far and my cock flops out, like a fleshy spring bouncing around, slapping against Bethany's ass. "Oops." I mutter under my breath while I grab the middle of my member. I steady myself and slide my cock in again, but now my cock is too wet and there's no friction.

I reach down for my bag and pick up my under shirt. I pull my cock out and run the towel over and around it, getting rid of some of the juice, then I dab at her ass, mopping up what juice she has on her. I toss the shirt onto the ground and bring my cock back up and slid it in again. Much better. I push in, and pull out, push in and pull out, you know the same old motions again and again. It's time to make this a little more exciting. I toss in an old standby, I slap her ass once or twice, then reach up with both of my hands and cup her breasts. I start just by cupping them, but move onto kneading them, rubbing them, and pinching them lightly. I know I'm doing well, her moans are heightened, her breathing is deeper, she's loving it.

I push my cock in, as far as I can, maybe even a little deeper, right on que, when I push it all the way to the hilt, she opens her mouth wide, saying "oh...my...god..." in pure ecstasy. Her hot little ass is pressed against my groin, it feels great; she's panting, bringing my blood to a boil; she's pushing back on me and moving her butt around a little, trying to her get to touch the sides. So I end her anticipation. I pull out and push in, this time at an angle, I rub my member against the sides of her ass, bringing her blood to a simmer, just to tease her a little more.

I slow my movement down, but this doesn't sit well with her. She reaches back, behind her ass, and grabs my cock by the base, she pulls me closer, and puts me deeper inside. "Here..." I say stepping back, motioning for her to stand up. She stands and I help her to lay back down on the bench, but this time I lift her legs up, and hold them there with my right hand while I use my left to guide my cock to her ass.

We keep constant eye contact while I pump in and out, I stop on one forward stoke and push in as far as I can, again she opens her mouth, this time unable to speak. At this sight I smile, and when she opens her eyes again she smiles back, this time weakly. I know I must be getting her good. I let her legs go and they take their place on my shoulders. While I pump in and out her breasts are bouncing and jiggling back and forth, to and from. Her mouth is slightly open, she's breathing heaver still. Finally I bubble over. "C-cumming..." I mutter breathlessly. "Inside." she says, resting her hand on my right, which I have just used to grab my cock; to pull it out. So I leave it in and let it blow.

I fall back on the bench, breathless. While I sit trying to catch my breath she lays on the bench, trying to do the same. "That was great." she says, laying one of her hands on her chest, smiling wickedly... I always loved Halloween.

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Working Late in the Office

slutsally 5469 days ago on Wife Stories

I was working late as my hubby Mark was away for the night working. I had a few odd things I wanted to clear before I headed home to our empty house.

I was busy working away when the security guard started his rounds. It was 7.30 and I think I surprised him when he popped his head round my office door. He asked how long I was staying to which I replied about another half hour.

I looked up at the clock noticing it was 8.15 I decided to pack up for the night. I was just getting my things together when the security guard walked back into my office. He smiled saying finished. I looked at him saying just thank god.

As I walked towards the coat stand he took my hand pulling me towards him. I looked into his dark eyes asking what was he doing. He replied somet

hing that he wanted to do for so long. My heart was beating as he moved his lips towards mine. I was shaking as I let him kiss me feeling his hands moving slowly up and down my back.

I couldn’t help myself but I slipped my tongue into his mouth my arms round his neck holding him as I felt his hand working up my thigh. His finger traced my pussy against my lacy white panties as he pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth.

He eased me backwards towards my desk, gently lifting me on to it. He undid my blouse easing from my shoulders followed by my bra releasing my 37c breast. He leant down sucking on each nipple in turn. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as he run a hand back up my thigh.

My skirt was now up around my waist as I lifted my ass slightly off the desk as he slowly eased my panties down my thighs dropping them to the floor. He undid his trousers pulling them down with his boxers. I looked down seeing his large black cock. It was a good 9 inches and very thick.

He held my legs open as the tip of his cock found the opening of my pussy. We kissed once more as his cock entered my wet pussy. I let out a long sigh as slowly he pushed all 9 inches into me. I held on to him as he started to thrust back and forth.

He begun to thrust harder and I could feel his ball slapping against my ass as he really pushed hard and fast into my pussy. I called out shit your so big so thick fuck me. He eased me back so I was laying across my desk as he said your little pussy feels so good you dirty white slut.

I was squeezing my tits running my tongue across my lips enjoying he fuck still calling out give it to me big boy. He just replied so slut you like black cock do you. I screamed out yes fuck me fuck me.

He was ramming his cock hard into me as I lowered my hand rounding a finger over my clitoris calling out yes harder. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the moment as his black cock pounded my willing pussy. He called out I’m cumin I laid back waiting to feel him shoot his sticky cum into me.

With a very hard thrust his cock started twitching and I felt him cum hard inside me. He shot jet after jet deep into me I told him to fill me with his cum. We were both breathing very fast as he emptied his balls. He eased back pulled up his trousers telling me our good a fuck I was.

I got myself dressed and left the office. As I got on the train I could feel his cum dribbling down my thighs I felt well and truly fucked.

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Dave's cock

jman81 5469 days ago on Bisexual Stories

My name is J at the time I was 16 years old, I was 5'5 blond hair blue eyes. i had always been active with girls but one night when my buddy Dave slept over, new things happened. Dave was a little younger than me by a couple of months and the same description as me.

it all started one night with alittle weed. We were sitting on the couch when the video popped on tv and it was had everything going on and you can see girls and guys heads bobbing up and down on guys cocks (but not able to see the cocks) I was arroused by this and I looked over to see dave was as well. I could tell already he had a giant cock!

After alittle bit we went to bed, I slept in mine and he slept on the bed across the way. by this time I was really hard, I kept

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Fantasy, Inc.

JackntheBox 5469 days ago on Forced Stories

Prologue:

Early morning light snakes through a clear sky above a run-down apartment complex. A man kicks a childÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s bicycle out of the sidewalk as he manhandles a pair of large cardboard boxes up a cracked cement walk to one of the apartment doors, huffing with the effort. The owner of the bike, a scrawny, ten-year old black boy sitting across the road on a trash-strewn stoop and eating cold cereal out of a crumpled yellow box, yells at him.

"Hey, motherfucker! ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s my bike. Leave it alone!"

The ma

n mutters an oath. The boy jumps up, causing his baggy jeans to slide even further down around his skinny shanks.

"What? WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d you say, you spic motherfucker? Speak American, dammit!"

I should break your scrawny neck, boy.

"Ye-ah. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s what I thought. Keep on walkinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. Pussy."

The man grunts, ignoring the childÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s prattle. There was a time when he acted much the same way, and if the boy wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t so annoying, his bravado might almost be amusing.

"Hey!" The boy peers at the boxes, curious. "WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢choo got there, man? Huh?"

Exasperating child. Go home.

A puff of steam escapes the manÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s lips into the chill air. He compresses his lips into a tight, pale line, getting control of himself. He awkwardly balances the boxes on a raised knee and gropes for the heavy key ring that jangles from his belt. The man lists from side to side and bounces on the ball of his foot, struggling to keep his balance.

The boxes stay put, and he unlocks the door and kicks it open.

"Hey! You spic fuck! I asked you a question! Hey! Hey!"

The man tumbles inside and sets the boxes on the floor, then quickly shuts the flimsy wood door and locks the deadbolt, blocking out the boysÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ vulgarity. He wipes his hands and stretches, then walks through the tiny, one-bedroom apartment and pulls down the window blinds before he switches on the kitchen light.

A spark shoots from the bare light bulb that dangles from the ceiling. The man squints as the light flickers and slowly illuminates the meager room. He rubs his stubby fingers over a thick, black mustache and the bristly stubble covering his chin and neck.

When his eyes adjust to the dim light, he unclips a folding knife from his belt and cuts through the packing tape. He puts away the knife, opens the flaps of the larger box, and digs around until he finds a small instruction manual.

The man pulls out the contents of each box and organizes the equipment on a cheap Formica dining table, setting up a desktop computer as he reads the manual. He disconnects a cheap phone and an answering machine and plugs a cord into the modem slot on the back of the computer. The man grins and shrugs out of his faded green fatigue jacket, and carefully places it on the back of a rickety old dinette chair. He takes a black plastic shopping bag from the counter, sets it next to him on the table, and sits down on the edge of the chair, pulling a ream of white printer paper from the bag. He inserts a bit into the top of a new printer, and watches the monitor screen, tapping his foot expectantly on the peeling vinyl floor, and waits.

Dark. No power.

The little man frowns and checks the manual again. He matches the diagrams in the manual to the buttons on each machine and pokes the on/off buttons for the hard drive and the monitor.

Nothing.

Puzzled, the man flips through the manual again, then stands and peers around in the boxes. He smacks his forehead with the palm of his hand and swears.

He pulls out two bundled power cords that were hidden away in the packing material. He plugs them into an electrical outlet on the baseboard, next to the phone line.

He pushes the power button again and his lined face breaks into a smile as the hard drive whines and rattles. The computer blinks on, booting up. The smile grows and he turns on the printer, then reaches behind him and takes several folded pieces of yellow legal paper from his jacket pocket. He smoothes them out on the table and moves the mouse around on its pad, getting a feel for it. He pulls a diskette from the bag, locates the drive it fits into, and clicks on one of the little pictures on the screen. He jumps a bit, then smiles happily as the modem blasts to life.

The man follows the directions written on the paper, pecking carefully away at the keyboard, and sets up an anonymous email account. When he finishes, he rubs his moist palms off on his pant legs and pulls a rumpled porno magazine from the bag, a locally published magazine that heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d purchased at a strip club the night before. He chews on his lip and flips to the back, searching the advertisements and ignoring the lewd pictures of the naked women and the naked men, until he finds the particular add heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s looking for.

The man grins again, reads more of his notes, and pecks away until a website appears in the monitor. He leans over the table and scans the magazine ad intently, comparing the print from the page to the picture the screen.

He mouths the words that are lushly scripted in black and gold against a field of satin pink.

Fantasies, Inc
A small framed photo sits on the counter next to him. The photo is a picture of a family of three, a father, a wife and a baby daughter, all smiling for the camera. Happy.
The man smiles sadly at the photo.
Soon, my brother. All will be made right.
He uses the mouse to click on the words, and the screen changes. He leans closer to the screen, reading.
Your fantasies, all fantasies, no matter how big or how small, brought to life
He clicks the mouse, scrolling down further.
We specialize in fulfilling the kinky and cute, the timid or the daring, the loving or the deranged; reward or revenge - whatever you desire, no matter how sweet or how perverted, can and will be yours with Fantasies, Inc.
The man sits back in his chair, rubbing his hands nervously. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out his breath in a whoosh. He leans forward again.
This site is for adults only.
Fantasies, Inc. is not a porn site, an escort service, theater or any type of performance art.
We are a multi-billion dollar global organization, specializing in the ultimate in sex and revenge fantasy fulfillment. We exist to help realize all types of real-life sex fantasies for our clientele. We accept projects that range from the ordinary and mundane to the most criminal and unusual. Therefore, please be aware that certain types of our projects may be illegal in many parts of the world, and that real, ordinary people - adults and children, friends, family, business associates, etc. -
Fantasies, Inc. accepts no responsibility for any legal action resulting from any or all accepted projects. All scenarios submitted for development are considered strictly confidential and will be shared internally only, on a need-to-know basis.
Payment must be submitted as a cash transfer, half in advance with the balance due upon completion of each project. No other forms of payment will be accepted.
Once the submission has been accepted, the customer will be notified with a general time-line as to when the fantasy will begin. Once started, each customer will receive regular instructions and updates until the conclusion of the scenario. You may submit an original fantasy or choose from our large database of completely customizable options. For the perfect fantasy experience, please be as specific and detailed as possible when submitting your scenario for consideration.
The wait time for new fantasies to be evaluated is currently an approximate six months to a year from the current date. Projects begin immediately after acceptance.
Satisfaction is guaranteed, or your money back.
Would you like us to make your fantasy come true? Yes/no.
can and will be unknowingly incorporated into each, special project, as dictated by the project description.
The man decides and clicks on Yes. The screen changes again, showing more conditions and terms. Boilerplate. He reads it all, slowly and carefully, types a bit, then clicks on I Agree. The computer processes the information, and another page loads. This page is broken into sections.
Choose your fantasy.
Generate your own from our fully customizable database, provide a complete description of your own, intimate offering, or choose to experience someone elseÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hidden desire from one of our many, most popular experiences
The man licks his lips, and clicks on Custom, then, Personal.
Now to decide: Sugar
or Spice, Naughty or Nice?
A cute-as-a-button girl in pig-tails and dressed in a tight Catholic school girl uniform sucks on an oversized lollipop, hovering above the sugar and the nice words, flirting shamelessly. The same girl, now dressed as a black-leather clad bondage queen and brandishing a bullwhip, spits and snarls above the spice and naughty words. ThereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a little check box next to each word. The man considers his options and checks both the Spice and the Naughty boxes. The screen changes again.
Okay. LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s begin
***
Sharon Chapman jumped in her leather chair when her cell phone rang, startled.
Oh, Jesus
Ten forty-five.
I completely lost track of time
She peered out her office window. A light frosting of snow had built up in the corners of the glass.
When did it start to snow
As she reached for her phone, she realized that she hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t heard the office phones ring at all that evening.
Strange.
She thought Michelle had told her that theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been fixed. But then again, she might not have noticed the phone ring anyway. Sharon knew that she had a tendency to let herself get wrapped up in her work, to the point that sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d tune out everyone and everything around her. And sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been pretty focused on this new clientÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s case since sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d come into the office that afternoon.
But hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t she signed for the bill before everybody left? She was vaguely aware that Debbie asked her to sign some sort of paperwork.
God. Now the memory starts to go, too
Sharon was still trying to remember if sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d signed a work order or what, when she picked up her phone, pushed the on button, and cleared her throat.
"Hello? This is Sharon."
"Mom?" said a tinny voice. "Is that you? ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Amy."
"Sweetie?"
"Hi. Sorry to call this late."
Sharon thought her daughter sounded tired, but she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t say it. Instead, she slipped off her tiny, wire-rimmed bifocals, folded them neatly and set them on the papers sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been reading. God, she hated those glasses. She knew they were necessary now; without them, she was pretty much blind as a bat. She hated turning fifty. Getting older completely pissed her off; it was a waste of her time.
Sharon leaned back in her chair, stretching. The soft leather creaked as she settled in. She pressed the phone back to her ear. "SÃ¢â‚¬â„¢okay. How are you?"
"Good, Mom. Great." Pause. "YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re burning the midnight oil tonight."
A statement, not a question. Sharon nodded. "New client." Amy never failed to let her know when she thought Sharon was working too much. "This is a difficult one."
"Oh?"
"Domestic violence. There are kids involved. Anne and I are trying to work out a settlement. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got a court date scheduled right after the holidays."
"Oh." Pause. "How is Ms. Laird?" Cold.
"AnnieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s fine, too."
Amy was quiet a moment. Even after all these years, she still had a tough time talking about SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s work, and their past. When Amy was three, SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ex-husband, Mike, had left them, running away to the sunny beaches of Rio with another woman who was barely out of diapers. He withdrew all the money from their bank account, leaving Sharon completely broke and in massive debt. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d taken Mike to court, trying to get some help; alimony or child support.
Something - anything to help.
But he never paid a dime. Sharon quickly ran out of her meager savings, and she had no other family to turn to for help. For the next few years, she scrimped and saved, working two jobs, scratching and clawing to make a better life for her daughter.
There were hard times, and worse times.
But Sharon managed to put herself through law school, swearing that if she could make it, she would do whatever it took to help other women who were stuck in the same sort of ugly situations. It was in law school that Sharon met Anne Laird, who would later become her partner and closest friend.
In a particularly bad moment, Amy had made it clear that she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care for Anne, or her relationship with Sharon.
Sharon tried to change the subject. "So, anyway. Enough of that. What are you up to? HowÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Jenny?"
"JennyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s great. She asks about you all the time." Pause. "Sorry IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m calling so late. I tried to call you earlier, but the phones were out of service forever."
Sharon looked at the framed pictures on her desk, of her daughter and her beautiful granddaughter, Jennifer. Without her glasses, they were all blurry. She thought sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been able to see them okay yesterday.
God, this is frustrating..
"ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s all right, babe. No need to apologize. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been having a little trouble with our phone lines."
What the hell
was wrong with them? Sharon had no idea. MustÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been pretty bad for those guys to be here all day. Michelle probably had a coronary over the cost. The thought of Michelle made Sharon smile. How did we manage this office without her?
"Mom, look, I know this is kind of out of the blue, but IÃ¢â‚¬Â¦uh, well, we were all wondering if youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d like to fly down for Christmas. Jenny hasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t seen you in a while, and JeffÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s folks are going to be staying with us over the weekend. I thought maybe youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d want to come tooÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Amy sounded uncomfortable, like she was asking because she was supposed to. Sharon didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t think they would really want her over for the holiday, much less have her stay for an entire three-day weekend. Well, except for Jenny. Certainly not Jeff.
TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d started off on a bad note when Amy introduced them on the night of their engagement party. Jeff had been drunkenly telling a horribly sexist joke, something about how many horny women it took to screw in a light bulb, when Sharon mentioned that she thought that men should be snipped and tied at puberty.
"IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d love to Sweetie, but this might not be the best time."
"Oh."
"IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got so much work right nowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
"But Jenny and I would really like for you to be here." Another short pause. "And Jeff wants you to come too."
Sharon tried not to snort at that last comment.
"Sweetie, your house is going to be packed full with JeffÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s parents staying there. I thinkÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" Sharon rubbed at her eyes. "Listen. How about this: JennyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s birthdayÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s in just a month. How about I come down then?"
"Really?" Amy sounded relieved.
"Sure. We can go do the theme parks."
Sharon smiled.
Jenny loved roller-coasters, and so did she. They reminded her of how life really worked: up one minute, down the next, then right back up again. Life was a series of highs and lows.
SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s favorite picture of Jenny, one of the pictures she kept on her desk, was of Jenny and her mom that had been snapped during a roller coaster ride. The picture was taken as they went through a double loop-de-loop. Jenny was grinning like only a twelve year old can grin: a huge, ear-to-ear, this-is-the best thing ever kind of grin. Amy looked terrified.
"Uh, okay. SoundsÃ¢â‚¬Â¦fun."
Maybe she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t so relieved. Sharon chuckled.
They made small talk for a few more moments, and then Amy told Sharon that she should go home and get some sleep. Sharon wished her daughter a good night and told her to give Jenny a kiss and a hug for her, and they both hung up. The cell phone buzzed in SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hand, letting her know she had messages.
Wow. I mustÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been really out of it tonight. No idea I had other calls
She pressed the auto-dial and listened to the messages. A couple of the calls were about business, but could wait until next week, after the holidays. Jenny had called once and left a short, terse message. So had Annie, asking her to drop by for dinner if she felt like it. She said she was dying for a pizza, and she thought sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be getting home about seven.
Slightly annoyed, Sharon half-listened while Annie droned on and on, like a tired mother tolerating a child. Inwardly, she winced at the pleading tone in AnnieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s voice, and stared blankly at the work on her desk, distracted. Annie mumbled something Sharon didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t catch, and asked Sharon to give her a call later.
Sharon looked at the clock again and turned off her phone.
Too late to call now
Afterwards, Sharon sat quietly and stared at the phone until she heard the soft chime that announced that someone was walking through the front door. A second later she heard a series of beeps, letting her know that the alarm system was being deactivated.
"Annie?" No answer. Sharon knew it probably wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t Annie; she never came to the office after work, unless it was an emergency. And she would never stop by without calling first, anyway. But, maybeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ Sharon broke into a little smile. "Michelle? Is that you?
"Hallo?" answered a heavily accented voice from the foyer a moment later. "Who is it here?"
Sharon frowned for a second, slightly disappointed, but then shrugged. She slipped back on the high heels that sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d kicked off under her desk, and then stood and planted her fists in the small of her back, stretching until a series of loud pops ran along her spine. She stepped to her office door and pushed it open to find the custodian, Hector, at the alarm pad with his ever present bin of cleaning equipment.
"Hello, Hector," she said, and gave him a little friendly wave and a smile.
Hector jumped about a foot in the air, grabbed a mop handle and waved it in her direction. When he saw who it was, he grinned sheepishly.
"Ahh. Miz Chapman." He cleared his throat and put down the mop. "You scared me, a little." He waved at the alarm pad. "The lights were on, but theÃ¢â‚¬Â¦the alarm, it was turned on, too. I dinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ know if anÃ¢â‚¬â„¢one was still here."
Sharon smiled at him and pulled her long, tan cashmere overcoat from the coat rack.
"IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m sorry Hector. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mean to startle you. Debbie armed the door when she left, so no one could sneak in."
"Oh. Ho-kay."
Sharon buttoned her coat and wrapped a light silk scarf around her neck. Annie had given her the scarf as a Christmas present a few years ago. Not much for the snow, but the weather forecast that morning had been for sunny skies with a warming trend, highs in the low 50Ã¢â‚¬â„¢s. Sharon had dressed for her daily tennis match and brought a light business suit and a skirt to change into, after. She wondered how the hell she was going to manage to get to her car wearing her heels if there was snow or ice on the ground.
"I was just finishing up Hector. Everybody else has gone home for the night."
"Staying late again, heh?"
"You know me."
"Ehh, you say you always there forÃ¢â‚¬Â¦for your people." Hector smiled at her. His English was getting much better.
"Yes. Exactly."
Sharon nodded at his grin and went back to her desk to shut off her laptop. She packed the computer away in her briefcase and tidied up; then locked her desk drawers and stepped out of the office with her briefcase in hand. She said good night to Hector, who was busy emptying the trash cans and filling them with new plastic bags. Sharon pulled on a pair of soft, brown leather gloves, and then searched her purse for her car keys.
"Hector, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll get out of your way. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll reset the alarm?" He nodded. "See you next week."
"Ã¢â‚¬â„¢Night, Miz Chapman."
Sharon gave him another smile, and walked outside into the cold.
***
The snow was just starting to stick, the wet pavement was still relatively free of ice, and the air felt brisk and clean. Even so, Sharon stepped carefully around a few ice-crusted puddles so she wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t slip and beeped the remote key pad to her new Beamer. The door locks ka-chunked and the car alarm de-activated from yards away. She stepped around a big, white utility van.
Hector must be doing pretty well for himself,
The vanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s engine was still ticking, and steam evaporated from the hood. Sharon passed through a curtain of steam, then opened her car door and tossed her briefcase onto the passenger seat, pausing with her door open for a moment to enjoy the crisp winter air after being cooped up in her office for so long. She closed her eyes and let the snowflakes fall on her face. She looked up at the sky. The thick clouds were bright in the night sky, lit from behind by the moon, puffy like wispy balls of cotton.
Sharon stuck out her tongue, feeling like a child again. She giggled happily, like when she was a child making angels in the snow with her father. The snowflakes drifted into her open mouth, melted on her tongue.
She opened wide, and said, "Aaaahh."
Sharon looked back at her office. So much work, trying to help others.
She sighed, thinking of Amy and Jenny, and wondered where sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d gone wrong raising Amy. After all the crap the two of them had gone through together, how had Amy become exactly the kind of meek, abused woman Sharon had made her lifeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s work to try to help?
In SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mind, at some point Amy had become a victim. She was timid and withdrawn, co-dependent and clinging desperately to a cheating, drunken sham of a man who blatantly detested her. At least Jenny had spunk, thank God; she had a zest for life that Amy had never been able to muster. Sharon fervently hoped that Jenny could keep that spark safe so it could bloom and grow, and that life or her family wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t pound it from her.
And me?
Sharon reminded herself again that this is what sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d wanted, all the effort spent, the sacrifice, the sweat and tears. This was her life, not just her work. She and Anne had found the offices years ago, right after theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d passed the bar exams. They had both been working for a large downtown law firm, and were both miserable. Anne found the office when sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d taken a business lunch with a client, a dentist who was retiring. The building was way out in the Ã¢â‚¬Ëœburbs, in a low-income side of town, as far from the ritzy downtown firms as they could get.
It was perfect.
That afternoon, Anne had returned from lunch, breathless and talking a mile-a-minute. Sharon remembered grinning like a fool; charmed by AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s exuberance. They made an appointment and went back to see the building that night, right after they got off work. TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d bought the property the next week. The dentist gave them a great price and let them rent to own the property, otherwise they never couldÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve afforded to buy it. As soon as the ink dried on the contract, the dentist high-tailed off to Florida with his wife and Sharon and Anne moved in and began the tedious business of cleaning up, taking care of most of the renovations and repairs themselves to save money.
TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been there ever since.
Over the years theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d added a few employees here and there: Debbie Jones, their receptionist, who had been one of their first clients, Hector Aria, who had been with them now for the last several years and who took care of all the general building maintenance. And finally, Michelle, their sharp new junior partner, who had joined the firm only a year or so ago, right out of law school.
Sharon smiled again thinking of Michelle, and actually blushed as a warm, smoky wetness spread between her legs.
Then her stomach growled. She looked down, patted it, and said, "Guess the snow might not be quite enough, huh?" Another series of growls. Insistent.
Must be remembering AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s request for a pizza dinner
Growl
Laughing to herself, Sharon snuck a last look up, then got in her car and pulled out of the parking lot. She never noticed the van as it started up, turned on its lights, and followed, slipping into traffic behind her.
***
Sharon turned on her radio. Soft jazz filled the car, and she hummed along with the tunes. She eased to a stop at a red light, then turned north and drove for about a mile. The snow patted her windshield, creating little patterns, and then the wipers would flick the flakes away. She bobbed her head in time to the music, humming away, careful of the slick streets when she merged with the few other cars that were out, braving the weather.
A few minutes later, Sharon pulled into the slushy parking lot of a big, twenty-four hour grocery store. The lot was almost deserted, due to the hour or the snow, Sharon wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t sure. She pulled past some construction equipment that was blocking the first few rows of parking spots, sighed, and parked as close to the doors as she could, just next to an old, rusting Toyota. She shut off the lights and the wipers, turned off the ignition, and took her keys and her purse and stepped out into the cold. She beeped the alarm, locking her car, and walked inside, past a couple having a heated argument in another language.
The couple marched straight to the Toyota as the storeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s automatic sliding doors smacked closed behind Sharon. They continued their argument, shouting at each other over the hood of the car, until the woman took an apple out of a shopping bag and threw it at the manÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face. The apple caromed off his forehead and bounced under the car. The man glowered at her with cold eyes, but unlocked the car doors. They got in the car and roared out of the lot, fishtailing out into the road with a spray of slush, leaving a puff of exhaust in their wake.
The lot was quiet again, except for a muffled buzz from a flickering streetlamp, until the white van pulled in a few moments later and parked in the newly vacant spot.
The driver killed the engine and shut off the headlights, and waited.
***
Inside the store, Sharon grabbed a red plastic shopping basket and looped the handles over her arm. She started her shopping in the produce aisle and grabbed a crisp head of green lettuce, a red onion, a couple ripe tomatoes and a small cucumber. She found some delicious honey-mustard dressing that was bottled by a local restaurant, and took two jars. Then she went to the back of the store to the meat section, winding her way around a few tired-looking employees and boxes and boxes of merchandise waiting to be restocked. She didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t notice any other customers, and the employees ignored her.
At the freezers, Sharon picked up a package of fresh chicken breasts, then hummed a little tune on her way back to the coolers and found some coffee ice cream. She completed her circuit at a small rack of wines. Sharon read the labels and selected a nice Red, changed her mind for something a bit less expensive, then changed her mind again and headed to the checkout stands.
Out of about twenty stands there was only one with its light on. A small cow-bell sat on the edge of the conveyor belt. A note attached to the bell read: For cashier, please ring the bell once. Be nice - thanks, Management. Sharon emptied her basket onto the conveyor belt, stored the empty basket under the counter, and rang the bell, just once.
A skinny Asian woman with lank, greasy hair and a bad complexion peered over a rack of cereal boxes and gave Sharon a sour look.
She picked at her scalp and shouted, "You ready?"
Sharon nodded. "Yes, thank you."
The woman took her time, moseying over and wiping her grubby hands on a stained green apron tied over blue jeans and a black polo shirt. She scratched her head with the tip of a dirty finger, flicking at the top of her scalp. Dandruff drifted out of her hair onto her shirt, blending in with a light dusting already clinging to her shoulders. A white nametag pinned to her apron read, Hi. My name is Vang. Vang had a button pinned just below the nametag: This WGL store is proudly employee owned. A big smiley face wrapped completely around the slogan, letting everyone know that Vang was indeed, happy to own her own little part of WGL.
Sharon smiled and opened her purse. "Can I have paper instead of plastic?"
"You bag yourself."
Sharon blinked. She cocked her head and said, "Um. Excuse me?"
Vang glared at Sharon like she was and idiot and pointed down to a bunch of shopping bags at the end of the belts.
"You bag yourself," she repeated.
Vang stepped behind the cash register and typed an access code into the ten-key pad, then flipped the small, swinging flap that separated two conveyor belts. She started to swipe the items under the scanner, one-by-one, beep-beep-beep, and shoved them all onto the conveyor belt on her other side. The belt engaged and scooted everything down to the end of the aisle.
"Oh. Okay." I get it now. I get to bag everything myself. Swift on the uptake there, lawyer-girl. Sharon took out her wallet, slipped out her credit card and waited for the woman to finish.
Beep-beep-beep.
Vang hit the total button on the register, put her hands on her hips. "Thirty-one dollars and ninety-seven cents."
"Okay." Sharon tried to swipe her card in the little machine hooked to the lip of the counter, but Vang shook her head.
"No, no, no. We donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take no credit cards."
Sharon shook her head, confused. "What?" She pointed to the machine. "But thisÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Vang shook her head again. "That for the food stamp card. They donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ make the paper stamp anymore; they put the money on a card that look like that." She gestured at SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s credit card and pointed to a large sign hung on the wall by the exit. "Credit company charge us lots of money to use, so the grocery too expensive. Cash or check only. No card."
Sharon couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help rolling her eyes, but she put away her card and opened her wallet. Vang picked at her head and glared at Sharon suspiciously; as if a woman dressed nicely in a skirt and high heels (whoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d already waited in line and rang a damn cowbell for help!) might suddenly freak out, grab the bottle of wine and make a run for it out into the ice and snow. Sharon pulled out a twenty dollar bill and a five, then dug around deep in her purse and a found a few crumpled singles and exactly ninety-seven cents in change buried at the bottom. She forked the money over.
Once the cash was in her hands, Vang dropped most of the coins and had to scrounge around on the floor. When she finally stood up again she counted the money twice before she grunted, opened her till drawer and handed Sharon her receipt.
"You five cents short, but I find later."
"Thanks," Sharon said, but Vang had already disappeared, no doubt anxious to sprinkle more of her dandruff all over the cereal boxes.
Sharon shook her head and quickly bagged her groceries, using paper instead of plastic. She slung her purse over her shoulder and hoisted the bag, then walked to the wide glass doors. They swooped open for her. A freezing gust of wind swirled her coat-tails around her calves. SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes watered and she blinked as the bitter cold settled over her like a frozen blanket.
Great
The wind peppered Sharon with icy chunks of snow. She slipped on a slick spot on the pavement, turned her ankle, and fell on her ass.
"Whouff!" Sharon sat in the middle of the parking strip for a second, with her legs stuck out straight in front of her. She started laughing. "Shit."
Somehow, sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d managed to not drop her bag. Sharon set it down and carefully picked herself and brushed the snow off her butt. She bent over and retrieved her bag of food and trudged around the construction equipment to her car. Sharon hurried around a big white van that blocked the path to her car, her teeth chattering a mile-a-minute. She balanced her groceries on her knee while she searched her bottomless purse for her car keys. They werenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t there. Sharon swore under her breath, patted her coat, and found the keys in a pocket. She grumbled at herself and beeped the alarm.
"Thank God for automatic locks," she mumbled.
Sharon opened the trunk and put away her groceries. She shut the trunk and her foot slid out from under her, banging her shin painfully on the bumper. She swore.
"OwwwÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Dang it!"
ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s when someone grabbed her by the shoulder and said, "Hey lady? SÃ¢â‚¬â„¢cuze me?"
Sharon jumped, dropping her purse. She turned and slipped again, catching herself on the hood of her car. Stupid heels. She wondered if sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d forgotten something inside the store. "Wh-what?"
A man stood in front of her, bundled up in a heavy parka, a furry hood pulled up over his head. Sharon couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see his face. He didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t look like an employee.
"Sorry, lady. DidnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t mean ta scare ya like that."
The guy just stood there with his hands up, empty, except for what looked like a three-by-five index card. Sharon tried to collect herself, thought of the mace in her purse. She wondered if she could reach it. She caught the purse strap with the heel of her shoe and inched the bag closer. The man didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t move.
"What do you want?"
Sharon reached down slowly, watching him, and felt for the purse. She found the strap, picked up the purse, and started backing towards her car door, when he looked at the card in his hand, and asked:
"You Sharon Chapman?"
That stopped her. She looked at him quizzically.
"Yes? HowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦how do you know my name?"
He stepped closer. "And you live at five-oh-one-two Cherry Lane?"
"Yes, IÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ HowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦how do you know where I live? Who are you?"
"Oh, we know a lot about you. We know you have a daughter named Amy Cole who lives in California with her daughter, Jenny, whoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s just about to turn thirteen. You donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want to see them hurt, do you?"
Oh, God
"Stop. Please. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got mace."
The man stopped. "Oh, yeah?"
"Who the hell are you?"
Sharon pulled out the canister and pointed it.
The man laughed.
Lipstick
"Shit!"
Sharon dropped the lipstick and fumbled with her purse. The man took another step closer. He laughed again, a low rumble. Sharon shivered, not just from the cold.
"What do you want? How do you know about my family?"
"YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got a secret admirer."
"What?"
"Welcome to his fantasy, bitch."
The man laughed again and reached for her as SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s groping fingers finally wrapped around the mace. She yanked it out of the bag and dropped her purse, and had the nozzle halfway up when another man, huge and shaped like a mountain, stepped out of the passenger side of the van and wrapped a heavy, muscled arm around her shoulders.
"Gotcha, bitch."
Sharon let out a pitiful squeak as a dirty rag smashed over her face. A cloying, sweet smell filled her nose and her lungs as she took a breath, trying to scream for help, and then the world spun around her. Her vision blurred.
Sharon blinked back tears and thought, the snowÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s in my eyes. I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m being kidnapped, and I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see. Please, someone help me.
The mace fell from her nerveless fingers and bounced under the van. Sharon was vaguely aware of the sound of a heavy door sliding open. She heard someone say, "Get her purse and the mace. Take the car back to her house and dump it there. Wipe it down before you leave."
"Right."
"Do it right. You screw this shit up and youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re a dead motherfucker."
"Okey-dokie."
Silence. SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s head began to swim. She was focused on the hand clamped around her mouth, the rag covering her nose. She remembered an old movie sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d seen once, where someone was kidnapped.
Chloroform
She kicked and tried to bite the hand covering her face, but just got another lungful of fumes for her trouble. More dark shapes - people? - gathered around her. Little bright spots started popping in front of her eyes. She heard the jangle of keys.
"Fuck, man. DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t need to look at me like that. I got it."
"IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m serious. Do the shit right."
"I said, I got it, dude. No problem-o."
"Then move it before somebody sees us."
"Nobody gonna see us with all this snow." Another voice, grumbling.
"I said, move it, motherfucker! You fuck this up and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll kill you myself."
A car door slammed. Sharon heard an engine start, and felt the hot exhaust on her legs as her car was driven away.
Sharon panicked. She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t breathe. She squirmed and twisted, frantically clawing and biting at the hand clamped around her mouth. The man holding her just squeezed her tighter, keeping her locked in place like she was a child. Vaguely, as she drifted on the edge of consciousness, Sharon realized someone was laughing; a deep, awful laugh.
"Fucking asswipe." The arms around her shifted again, and Sharon was turned around. "Help me get this coat off her."
SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s arms were yanked out in front of her, and someone pulled at her sleeves.
"What about the gloves?"
She was shifted again, and the coat was ripped from her back. Sharon felt the cold bite into her body, enveloping her like a living thing.
They took my coat
. I want my coat back. It was expensive.
"Leave Ã¢â‚¬Ëœem on Ã¢â‚¬Ëœtill we can tie her up. I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want her scratching me."
"Heh. Not yet, anyway, huh?" Grunt. "There. Got it. You want us to just drop it?"
"Toss it in the front seat. She wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t need it no more."
"Cool."
Through the haze of the chloroform, Sharon felt strong hands groping her. She tried to struggle, kicking feebly, but she was too weak to break free. Someone pulled at her skirt until it ripped up the back. A hand slid between her thighs and a finger poked at her crotch through the material of her nylons and panties, tearing a hole through, pulling and tearing at the material until her crotch was bare. Someone tore open her blouse and squeezed her breasts, painfully tweaking her nipples through her bra.
"You better be filming this shit. This is what heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s payinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ for."
"WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re on."
Oh GodÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Sharon tried to scream, but only heard a weak, muffled groan escape her lips. She felt the man holding her getting excited, his cock digging into her ass. His breath was warm on her neck.
A low whistle. "Damn. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not bad for an old bitch, ainÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t she?"
Sharon mumbled through the rag, "Mmmgrmph."
"Nice legs."
"Nice big titties, too." Pinch, pinch. "Holy crap!"
"Huh? SÃ¢â‚¬â„¢matter?"
"These titties are real! Thought theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be fakes, they so firm anÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ perky."
"Hell, she got nice everything, man. Ã¢â‚¬ËœSpecially for an old bitch." More hands roamed over her body. "Shit, I think I just came in my shorts."
The men around Sharon laughed, and the Mountain rubbed his crotch up against SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ass. It felt like he had a thick steel pole in his pants.
"The profile said she runs and plays tennis almost every morning. Athletic."
Profile? That struck a chord. TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been watching me.
Someone continued to play with her breasts, squeezing her tits like they were kneading bread.
Help me, pleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
"Stop it man. Shit. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll have plenty oÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ those big old white bitch titties soon enough. YaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll ready for this?"
"Hell yes."
"LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s get the show on the road."
Sharon was lifted up. She felt like she was floating.
Please, someone, help me
Sharon was pulled into the van. She felt the van list to the side as another person got in, then another, and another. Someone rolled the door shut, pounded the wall of the van and yelled "Drive!" A muffled voice shouted a reply. The engine rumbled when it turned over, and Sharon started to cry as they pulled out of the parking lot. Her eyes burned and the hot tears begin to roll down her cheeks.
"Aww, look. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cryinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢."
A dark face swum in front of her blurry eyes, wearing a black ski mask. The man in the parka. Maybe. Sharon couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t tell.
"Crying?" The Mountain whispered in her ear. He taunted her. "We gonna give you a lot more to cry Ã¢â‚¬Ëœbout tonight, bitch. Bet on that."
The big hand clamped on her mouth finally let go. Sharon heard a zipper open, and The Mountain sat down, pulling her roughly onto his lap. He was so big, her head rolled on his chest. She blinked back tears and squirmed in his lap until she felt a huge, warm cock wedged under her ass, throbbing.
"P-please, donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do this. Please let me go."
"Time to give her the pills."
"Got Ã¢â‚¬Ëœem right here."
The van was freezing. Sharon took a huge breath, trying to calm herself, and let it out slowly; a fine, foggy mist. She took a mental inventory. Her head was pounding and the world around her was blurry and spinning. She felt slightly nauseous. Sharon tried to focus, thought that she might throw up. She glanced around, trying to figure out who had taken her, what their plan was.
"PleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â¦what do you want from me?"
A chorus of laughter.
Sharon looked around, squinting to see in the gloom. The van was easily large enough for the men to stand up straight. Including the man holding her, she counted fiveÃ¢â‚¬Â¦maybe six or seven more? She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t tell. Two of them held compact video cameras pointed right at her, on and recording.
The interior of the van was grimy and smelled like vomit and stale cigar smoke. The small light mounted on the roof of the cab barely provided enough light to see. Thick rubber padding had been placed on all the walls and over the doors and ceiling. The floor was carpeted and covered with old cigarette burns. A long seat with torn vinyl covering stretched along the back wall. Strong metal bars spaced at even levels along the walls from the floor to the roof spanned the circumference of the van.
"Hold her arms and spread her legs," said the Mountain.
Two of the men grabbed Sharon by wrists and slapped handcuffs on her, locking them tight enough that she cried out. They locked the free ends of the cuffs to the piping, and then they grabbed her ankles and pulled until she was sitting spread-eagled in the MountainÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s lap.
"IÃ¢â‚¬Â¦I can give you money. I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have a lot, butÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
"No cash?" Snort. "Saw the nice, new Beamer you was drivinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢, bitch. And the new Jag your partner just bought? Damn if that didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t set her back a fair chunk. DidnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you hear me tell you we know all Ã¢â‚¬Ëœbout you? WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve seen your bank accounts. We know what kinda investments you got; everythinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t tell me you got no money."
"Please!" Sharon heard the whine in her voice, and felt ashamed. "I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢tÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Someone slapped her, rocking her head back and to the side. She tasted blood. The men laughed, and another blurry, masked face joined the crowd in front of her. The man pried apart SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mouth, and her eyes popped open with fear as they stepped closer.
"Gggrhagggrrrmmmnn!"
Sharon kicked and struggled as the parka man stuffed two light blue pills down her throat. He smashed her mouth shut, keeping her jaw locked tight and pinched her nose closed. He massaged her throat until Sharon choked and swallowed.
"Damn, bitch. Cut it out. Shit ainÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t gonna hurt you."
The Mountain held her firmly as she futily kicked and twisted and thrashed. Fresh tears spilled down her face and snot ran down her nose as the men finally stepped back.
"Wh-what were those?" Sharon croaked. She tried to look over her shoulder at the Mountain. He smiled wickedly down at her through a panty-hose mask.
"SomethinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ to help make your night moreÃ¢â‚¬Â¦fun."
"Unnngh." A moan came from the front of the van.
"Sounds like your friends are finally waking up."
"My friendsÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" Sharon stared at the vague shapes covered with an old blanket, lying on the floor of the van. One of the men yanked the blanket away, and stepped back so she could see.
"Oh, my God." She gasped.
"Hand me that lube, yoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢."
The mountain wrapped his hands around SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s waist and lifted her up, shifting his hips underneath her. She felt his cock slip down along the crack of her ass.
"Hold her a sec."
Strong hands held Sharon suspended above the seat, her arms and legs spread wide. She heard the wet sound of liquid being squirted from a tube, and then slurping, like lotion being rubbed on someoneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hands.
"All right. I got her."
The Mountain wrapped slick hands around her waist again, staining her white, silk blouse.
"LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s party."
The thick tip of his cock wedged between her butt cheeks. Sharon screamed and tried to fight, kicking and jerking. She bled as the handcuffs bit into her wrists, scraping the soft flesh from her arms. The men held her ankles tight as she screamed and thrashed around. The Mountain squeezed her waist, holding her hips securely in place, digging his powerful fingers into her belly until she could barely breathe.
"Get her feet up off the floor."
SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s legs were pulled straight out and spread wide, exposing her pink cunt through the gaping hole in her torn nylons and panties. The men who werenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t holding her were quickly stripping off their clothes. They kept their masks on. The man who had been wearing the parka climbed up onto the seat next to Sharon, grabbed her by the hair and bent her head back. He shoved a small metal ring into her mouth and wedged it behind her teeth, propping her mouth wide open. He held her head bent towards him while he began to masturbate, rubbing his cock on her face, over her lips. Another man pushed between her trembling legs, his heavy, purple cock dangling almost halfway down his thighs. He ripped away the remains of her skirt, grabbed the bottle of lubricant and oiled up. Underneath her, the Mountain shifted his hips, pushing the tip of his penis further up into her asshole.
"The other bitches are waking up."
The Mountain laughed. "Good. Fuck them, too, and tape it all."
Sharon screamed again as he dropped her, when his huge dick punched into her clenched sphincter. Her screams were cut short as the other men took their cues, forcing their cocks into her open mouth and her unprotected pussy. Then the drugs kicked in, and it was all she could do to breathe as the men pummeled her body. Sharon barely noticed a new set of screams as the other men fell on the women lying on the floor of the truck.
***
Anne LairdÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s day started badly, with a phone call from Michelle at the office at seven a.m. "IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m sleeping, goddamnit." she grumbled.
"Sorry to wake you, Anne, but weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got a problem with the phones and the computers again. I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t reach Sharon, at home or on her cell. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s probably at the fucking tennis courts. Can you come down here?"
"Shit." She curled deeper into her covers. "Just call someone and have it fixed."
"I already have somebody here, but I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know anything about this ancient, crappy phone system you two had installed. The repair guy needs to talk to one of you; and neither Debbie or I are authorized to sign off for the bill, anyway."
"Oh crap." Anne rolled over and rubbed her eyes. "Some partner."
Michelle laughed. "Your rules, not mine." She paused. "Anne, right now we canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t take any calls, and the computers wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even boot up. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s important, or I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have called."
"I know. I know." Yawn. "Well, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m up now. Let me grab a quick shower, and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be there in half-an-hour. Can you get them started, at least? Show them where everything is?"
"Sure."
Anne rubbed her forehead, thinking. "You know what?"
"WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s that?"
"Remember, a while back, Sharon and I had some problems with our laptops, and you fixed them for us? Sharon told me that her phones at home were acting up, making weird sounds when sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d get calls. Mine have been weird now and then, too."
Anne paused, working up to her question, wondering if she was going to sound like the dumb, middle-aged, techno-ignorant bimbo she really was. Michelle was a whiz with all this electronic stuff. It was one of the reasons Sharon had hired her; on top of her outstanding school transcripts, a great interview and a few well-placed job references.
Anne and Sharon had brought Michelle into their little family for some new blood; to help kick-start the office, and drag the firm along into the new millennium. Anne didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know squat about computers; she could barely turn hers on. But she really didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want Michelle to know that.
Anne hated to admit it, but the woman intimidated her. She seemed to be able to do just about anything she put her mind to. At just shy of thirty, Michelle was already a better attorney than Anne could ever hope to be. Anne knew it, and she knew Michelle knew it too. Sometimes she wondered if Sharon noticed too. She hoped not, but lately Sharon had been so impatient and short-tempered around her, when she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t just ignoring herÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
"Do you think weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got a virus in the computer system, or something like that?"
"Um." Michelle paused. Anne heard a muffled male voice, and a rattling on the other end. "Anne, excuse me."
More muffled conversation, like Michelle had put her hand over the phone. In her mind, Anne pictured Michelle laughing at her, along with the receptionist, Debbie, and the repair guys. But when she came back on the line, her voice was calm.
"Sorry, the guy had a question." Michelle cleared her throat and said, "I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see how. I mean, maybe, maybe thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a virus in the computers, but that shouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t affect the phones. Not at your houses, at least. Besides, that was months ago."
"Oh. Okay. Just a thought. But theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re hooked up together at the office, right?"
Silence. Anne could almost hear Michelle frowning over the phone. "Huh. Yeah. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re right. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll ask the guy about it."
"Good. Be there in a bit." Wow. Maybe she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t so dumb after all. Score one for the old broad. Anne almost broke the connection, but then, "Hey, Michelle?"
"Huh?"
"How are you talking to me if the phones are down?"
"Um, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m on my cell, Anne." This time there was no mistaking the laughter. "Go get some coffee on your way in. You sound a little groggy."
"Oh. Right. Called on your cell phone. Sure."
Shit
How the hell did you ever get out of law school?
She shivered and looked at her warm, rumpled covers with a kind of wistful longing that she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even feel for sex or chocolate. She sighed.
"Later." She patted the mattress. "IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be back, and we can snuggle later. Okay?"
No one answered. The norm, as of late.
Why arenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you here with me, Sharon? What did I do?
Anne stood and stretched, her old joints popping, and peeled off her silk nightie. She dropped the black nightgown onto the bed, sighed again, and padded naked into the bathroom to take a shower.
***
Exactly forty minutes and a hot mocha later, Anne pulled into the parking lot of their office building. She parked next to a large utility van that she figured belonged to the phone guys, grabbed her purse and locked her car. Anne looked at the sky, frowning. The guy on the radio said it was supposed to be sunny out and warming up. But it was getting colder, and overcast.
"Should have worn a suit." Anne mumbled. She sipped her mocha as she breezed into the office lobby, her light skirt twirling around her thighs.
"Hey everybody." Anne gave everyone her best, arenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t-you-impressed-by-me smile. The one that dazzled in court. "Everything fixed yet?"
Debbie was half-sitting, half-leaning on the edge of her desk, with her legs crossed and her hands folded demurely over her knee, twirling her shoe in a slow circle with the tips of her toes. Her tight pleated skirt was hiked up high enough to give a good view of the inside of her thighs, and her filmy white blouse was unbuttoned to the top of her bra, showing off her ample cleavage.
She was busy flirting with a cute young black guy in jeans and a sweatshirt, with a heavy tool belt slung around his hips. The guy was scribbling notes on a clipboard and sneaking glances down DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s blouse.
Shameless hussy
Debbie winked, and Anne grinned at her boss as she stepped behind the desk. Another guy was hidden under DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s desk, with his ass up in the air and his pants creeping down past his hairy butt-crack, mumbling something about the Goddamn phone cords. Michelle stepped out of SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s office, beautiful and regal and perfect as always.
How does she do it?
Anne groaned inwardly. Not even a quarter to eight in the morning, and she looks like she just walked off the set of some photo shoot for hot, sexy young lawyers.
Michelle was followed by another, huge black man carrying another clipboard tucked under his armpit. A patch sewn on his work shirt read Malcolm. He tapped a pen on the side of the clipboard, and had to duck his head to get under the door frame. It sounded like they were discussing the computers.
Ever the good receptionist, Debbie cleared her throat and stated the obvious.
"Hey Michelle? AnnieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s here."
"Oh. Finally." Michelle gestured for her. "Anne, this is going to take a while." She waved at the man with the clipboard, who walked over. "Guys, this is Anne Laird, one of the senior partners."
The big, big man smiled down at Anne.
"Mrs. Laird." He checked his clipboard then tucked it under his arm, taking the other clipboard from the man whoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been flirting with Debbie. "WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re gonna have to shut down all the equipment for a bit and run some diagnostics on your phone systems. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll get to the computers afterwards. Miss Roberts and Miss Jensen informed me that you can take care of most of your business today using your cell phones. Is that right?"
"Oh, um, Miss Laird, please." AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s smile faded. "Is it really going to take that long?"
"WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be as fast as we can." He shrugged. "But it takes as long as it takes. You know?"
"I suppose so."
"Cool." He handed her the pair of clipboards. "Sign here and here for me, and weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll get started. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll need your signature again when we finish, too."
"Oh. Okay." Anne took his pen and signed where he pointed. "IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got a meeting at three this afternoon and I wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be back in the office until Tuesday. What if you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t finish by then?"
"I guess we can get your partner to sign for the bill."
"All right." Anna turned to Michelle. "Did you get in touch with Sharon, then? Will she be in?"
"Mm-hmm," Michelle nodded. "She was at the club, like always. She had her phone in her locker; she called back a little while ago. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s meeting a new client this morning, but sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be in by one or so."
"Okay." Anne flashed the smile again and handed back the clipboard. "Well. I guess IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll go get ready for my meeting. Let us know if you need anything."
"You got it. Can you show me where your phone lines enter the building?"
Anne and Michelle exchanged glances. Anne shrugged. She had no idea. "Right this way." Michelle said, and took the repairmen back into the storage room.
***
At noon, Michelle knocked on AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s office door. She was carrying a huge bouquet of flowers and a tiny pink envelope.
"Anne? These came for you."
She gave Anne a shit-eating grin and put the flowers on her desk. Anne stared at them.
"Omigosh! WhoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" She looked at Michelle. "Who are they from?"
"I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know. Debbie just went to lunch, so I signed for them." Michelle passed her the card. "You tell me."
Flowers? For me? Anne took the envelope with shaking hands. She slit the seal open with her fingernail and pulled out a small, plain card. Anne dropped the envelope in her trashcan and opened the card. She broke into a wide, silly grin.
"What?" Michelle looked like she wanted to pop. "What does it say?"
Anne handed her the card. It was blank on the outside, but there were words printed under the fold: You have a secret admirer. Welcome to the fantasy.Michelle read the card and grinned at Anne.
"A secret admirer? You little devil, you." Then she turned it over and read it again. Michelle scowled. "What does welcome to the fantasy mean?"
"No idea." Anne shrugged and sniffed the flowers. They were beautiful.
Michelle handed her back the card and put her hands on her hips. "So?"
Anne grinned at her. "So what?"
Michelle nodded at the flowers. "Who is it?"
Sharon. A warm burst of joy flowered in AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s chest. My Sharon sent me flowers. But she replied, "No idea."
"Oh, cÃ¢â‚¬â„¢mon Anne. Real guys donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t just send flowers out of the blue. That only happens in cheesy movies. Give it up. Who are you seeing, that you havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t told any of us about?"
Anne blushed. "Nobody. Really. This is a huge surprise."
"Yeah. Sure it is. Come on, Annie. You can tell me."
"Seriously. Nobody."
Michelle studied her. "Ahh. I know. You wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be going to see this secret admirer at a Ã¢â‚¬ËœmeetingÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ this afternoon, would you?" Michelle made quotation marks in the air with her fingers when she said meeting.
Anne laughed. "Well, now that youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve figured it outÃ¢â‚¬Â¦yeah. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll fess up. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re right. Little old Mr. Rodriguez is really my secret love."
"Yuck it up, babe."
Michelle grinned and stepped out into the hall, then turned on her heel and peeked back through the door.
"But IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be watching you like a hawk."
Michelle waggled her finger at Anne, and left. Anne took a long stemmed rose from the vase and sat down in her chair, grinning like a fool. She tickled her nose with the soft, red petals, enjoying the sweet fragrance of the flower.
My secret admirer. Sharon, you silly thing. Anne hummed a silly little tune under her breath. My secret admirer. Welcome to the fan-ta-see.Anne brushed the flower back and forth under her chin, crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair. On her desk, all the phone lines blinked on once, then went out completely. Lost in her own little fantasy, Anne never noticed.
***
A bit after two, Anne realized sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been daydreaming for way to long, put the flowers on top of her file cabinet and decided to get back to work. Her meeting with the Rodriguez family was in about an hour, and she hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t prepped at all.
Dammit, Annie. Get a grip. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re acting like youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re a kid.
She pried herself back to reality, packed up her notes and locked her briefcase. She looked at her computer, then remembered that the repair guys had everything turned off. TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d left for lunch an hour ago, and were still gone.
Figures.
Anne picked up her flowers and the briefcase, and turned off the office lights. Sharon still hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t come in yet. Debbie was sitting at her desk, busy reading a womanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s magazine. On the cover, an attractive, fifty-ish woman, happy and barefoot and dressed in a turtleneck and rolled up khaki pants, cavorted alone on the beach. Good thing itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s been a slow day. Debbie smiled at the flowers and put down the magazine.
"Nice to see youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re earning your keep."
Debbie snorted. "Look at you, Lover Girl." She gave Anne the once-over. "You, swishinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ into the office in your little skirt, workinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ your bad self. I saw you smile at that little boy I was flirting with this morning." She sighed theatrically. "You hot, rich older women catch all the guys."
"Rii-ght. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s me. Next, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be posing for a girlie magazine."
"Jeez. DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t let Sharon catch you saying that."
"Sharon the Man Hater, I know," giggled Anne. "ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s all an act."
"Annie, If she was any tighter, sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d pop."
"Seriously, Deb. You know Sharon would be the first one of us to rip off her clothes if some hunk asked her out."
"You think she wears baggy boxes under her business suits?" Debbie asked. They both laughed. Debbie wiped her eyes. "IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not very nice, am I?"
"Evil as all get-out. Makes me wonder what the two of you say about me when IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not around." Anne leaned further over the desk and lowered her voice. "And by the way, I did notice you flirting with that boy this morning."
Debbie made a Ã¢â‚¬ËœfsstÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ sound. "I was not."
"Hon, you were showing so much cleavage, you were ready to pop out of that blouse." Anne grinned. "He was sweating so much, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m surprised you didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t need an umbrella."
Debbie blushed. "He was awfully cute."
"Mm-hmm," Anne agreed. "If he comes back, are you gonna sneak into the back room with him?"
"Annie! I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t!" Debbie faked a shocked look, then giggled. "Not during business hours, anyway."
They both laughed again, then Anne asked, "Hey, is Michelle gone for the afternoon?"
"I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t think so, but she said she was going to run some errands."
"Are the repair guys coming back?"
"They said so."
"Will you make sure Sharon knows about all thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s going on, and that they need her to sign the invoice?"
"Sure."
"Okay." Anne smiled again and glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Well, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got to go. Have a good holiday, Deb."
"You too, Annie. Thanks again for the card and the bonus."
"Anytime. See you in a week."
Annie picked up her stuff again. The young phone guy opened the door just as she was starting to leave. Debbie turned a bright shade of red, and grinned.
"Careful in the back room." She smiled at the man, then to Debbie, whispered, "DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do anything I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do."
***
Debbie watched Annie walk out to her car. Annie gave the young hottie that big, toothy, thousand-megawatt smile of hers as she breezed past, and then Debbie watched him stare at AnnieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ass swooshing while he held the door for her. She gritted her teeth.
Damn tan, skinny, fake-boob, face-lifted bitch. Debbie undid another button on her blouse. Beat this, Annie, she thought, and tried her own smile.
"Hey," he said, buckling his tool belt back on.
"Hey yourself." Debbie leaned to her side, trying to look past him. "Where is everybody."
"Huh? Oh. They had, uh, another call. An emergency. I guess they thought I could handle everything here okay myself."
"I bet you can."
Debbie wiggled in her chair, bunching her boobs together. The guy smiled at her and walked right by her into the backroom. Debbie watched him go, open-mouthed. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d just ignored her best shot. AnnieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s voice came back to her. Are you going to sneak into the back room with him?
"Oh, hell."
Debbie stood and stepped quietly to the door. She peered through the front window and checked the parking lot. All clear except for the service van.
Annie, I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t! Not during business hours, anyway.
"Oh, hell. Something for the memoirs." Debbie took a deep breath, crossed herself, and stepped into the back.
***
The kid was holding what looked like a big, orange toy phone to his ear. He was at the phone box, poking at wires. The room was cold. Debbie grabbed a heavy porcelain coffee mug from the dish rack and poured herself a stiff cup of black coffee. She turned and lounged against the counter, watching him and sipping her drink. He finished with the toy phone and hung it back on his belt.
"Would you like a cup?" She offered.
"Coffee?"
Debbie nodded, and he shook his head.
"Oh, no. Thanks." He gave her a toothy grin. "IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got enough mocha on my outside without putting any more inside. If you know what IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m sayinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢."
Debbie smiled. He went back to his box. She shuffled her feet, wondering what to say now.
"I, uh, I noticed you looking at my boss when she left."
The guy blinked at her. "SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s fine." He shrugged. "For an older bitch. Just couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help mÃ¢â‚¬â„¢self. You know?"
Debbie gasped. "You just called my boss a bitch!"
The kid shrugged and grinned sheepishly. "Well, yÃ¢â‚¬â„¢know. Sorry."
He turned away, embarrassed, and the room grew quiet again. Debbie cleared her throat.
"You were staring at her butt." Oh, gawd. Did she just really say that?
The guy blinked again, but smiled.
"Yeah, well. She got a nice one. Not too big or round, you know, but juicy. Looked damn fine in that little skirt she was wearinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢." He gave Debbie a weird look. "She got some perky titties and some nice legs on her, too."
"Really?" Debbie was dumbfounded. She was talking to this stranger about her bossÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s ass. "You think so?"
"Yeah. Well, you know. Really, sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s kinda skinny for my taste." He waggled his eyebrows at Debbie and moved his gaze slowly over her body. "I like an ass that if you slap it, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll slap you right back. You know what IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m sayinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢? Like yours."
Debbie gaped at him, her mouth in a wide Ã¢â‚¬ËœOÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. "LikeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦mine?"
He smiled and stepped close enough that Debbie had to crane her neck back to see his face.
"Yeah." He took the mug out of her hands and set it on the counter, then put his hands on her hips. "Like yours."
"Oh." She said. Her whole body started to tingle when he touched her. "Oh. Okay."
They stood like that for a second, and then he cupped her ass and pulled her close to him. Debbie pressed her hands on his chest. She was having trouble breathing, and she felt a little dizzy.
"Um," she said, and he kissed her, gently pushing his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like mint. DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes shot open and she almost pushed him away.
DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do anything I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do
Debbie heard a low growl come from deep within her throat. She threw her arms around his neck and began sucking desperately on his tongue. He pulled her closer, and she felt his cock dig into her belly. His hands squeezed her ass, then came up and pulled open her blouse, popping buttons all the way down to her waist. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. Debbie backed up a bit, breathless, her chest heaving.
"Hey, we shouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢tÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
"ShouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t what?"
"YouÃ¢â‚¬Â¦you know."
"No. What?"
Debbie didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know what to do. He had her pinned her up against the counter. Her skirt had rucked up around her thighs, and heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d pushed his hips between her slightly spread legs.
She was already wet.
"Baby, you been eyinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ me all day, bunchinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ your titties together, showinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ off your nice undies anÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ shit. You know what I want right now?"
Debbie bit her lip and shook her head.
"SomethinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ creamy anÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ wet, baby."
"IÃ¢â‚¬Â¦I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even know your name. IÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
"IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m Willy." Willy pointed down at his crotch. "And this here is little Willy."
Debbie looked down, and stared at the huge bulge poking out of his pants.
"Oh." She said.
Willy followed her gaze, and smiled. "You like that? Here." He took her hand and guided it down, made her cup him. "Take it out, if you want to meet it. Go on."
She grinned weakly. "ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s, uh, not so little, is it?"
He put his hands on DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s shoulders and pushed her down, until she was kneeling with her head level with his crotch. "Go on girl, it wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t bite ya."
She took a deep, long breath, and let it out with a whoosh. Oh God, she whispered to herself, and unzipped his pants. She licked her lips, then reached in and pulled him out.
"Oh. My."
Debbie held his penis in her hands and stared. It was enormous. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d seen a horseÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cock once, when she was little. That was the only comparison she could make with the chunk of meat throbbing in her hand. Ã¢â‚¬ËœLittle WillyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ was thick as her wrist, and easily as long as her forearm. It was a dark brown, with a pink underside were it had been circumcised.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Little Willy likes you old white ladies just fine." He cupped the back of her head. "Go on, girl. Give him a kiss." Willy laughed. "You do, heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll love you forever."
Debbie swallowed hard. She looked up. Willy smiled down at her, stroking her hair.
Oh God. What am I doing?
Debbie squeezed her eyes shut, and opened her mouth wide.
"Oh, fuck yeah."
Willy pushed with his hips. The head of his cock slipped into her mouth, filling it completely. It was hot and pulsing, and she licked it. Willy used her ears as handles and pulled her face closer. Debbie gagged as he slid further in, pushing himself down her throat. Her jaw cracked loudly, and then Willy was talking to her.
"ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a good white bitch. Suck the big, black, donkey dick. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s right, baby." He worked himself slowly into her mouth, in-and-out, in-and-out. Ropes of spit oozed out of her mouth and dripped down her chin as he fucked her face. "Oh, yeah. You like it like that, baby? You like suckinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ that big, black cock?"
Debbie felt herself getting hot. Willy pushed himself all the way into her mouth and held her face against his pubes. She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t breathe. He used her ears and wiggled her face against him. DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hands shoved at his hips, but he held her tightly in place.
"Oh, fuck. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s what IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m talkinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ about. Hell, yes."
"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" Debbie started to jerk, trying to get air, and he eased up for a second, then started pumping her face, hard and fast. His balls smacked into her chin as he fucked her. "MMM-MMM-MMM!"
"CÃ¢â‚¬â„¢mon bitch. I wanna see you play with yourself while I fuck your face." Slap-slap-slap. "Do it. Rub that pink fucking pussy. CÃ¢â‚¬â„¢mon."
Debbie groped for the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up around her waist. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her pantyhose and into her panties, past her thatch of pubic hair, and found her pussy.
Slap-slap-slap. "Shove those fingers in your snatch, bitch."
Debbie did what she was told, first one finger, then two, then three. She shoved them inside herself in time with his thrusts.
"AwwHooo." Willy stopped suddenly, and pulled out of her mouth with a jerk. "Awright. Time to cum in the white bitchÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy."
Debbie was gasping for air. Willy picked Debbie up easily and bent her over the counter, pushing her head into the sink. He shoved her skirt back up over her ass, then unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He grabbed a handful of DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nylons and panties, and ripped. She was getting scared.
"Oh shit, please...Willy, be carefulÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
"Shut the hell up." He spanked her ass, leaving a red, hand-shaped mark on her butt-cheek. He smacked his dick on her butt, stuck the tip between her legs, and wiggled his hips in a circle until the head of his dick lodged in her pussy.
"Willy, pleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
"Here we go, bitch, ready or not!"
Willy rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, all the way in, smacking her ass with his belly as he pierced her; like a hot, thick needle punching into her cunt.
Debbie screamed.
And then she came.
Just like that.
Willy bent over her and wrapped his arms around her. His hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples through her bra. He pulled her blouse open all the way down to her waist and yanked on her hair while he fucked her. Her legs turned weak and wobbly. Debbie thought the only thing keeping her up was his dick shoved a foot deep in her cunt. He never stopped talking while he fucked her.
"ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a good, tight snatch, white bitch."
"IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m gonna spooge right into your old pussy."
"After this, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m fittinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ ta bust a nut in your fat ass, too, ya old bitch."
Debbie came again. Willy pulled out and forced himself into her ass, whispering awful, nasty things to her the whole time. He fingered her pussy and her clit.
Debbie screamed again as he punched into her rectum.
"Move, Goddammit!"
He smacked her butt, pushing and pulling her by ass, making her work. Debbie moaned and ground her rear end against him in a slow circle. Her ass muscles began to relax, letting him slip further inside.
"ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s right baby."
Smack.
"Uh. Right there."
Smack
"Harder. CÃ¢â‚¬â„¢mon, bitch. Faster."
Smack
And she came. Again.
And again.
It took Willy almost another half hour to Ã¢â‚¬Ëœbust his nut.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢
By then, he had Debbie on the floor with her face buried into the carpet, begging for him to cum inside her. He was grinding his dick painfully around in her ass, and when he finally came, he squeezed her breasts until they hurt. He let out a loud groan, jerked a few times, and then shoved her roughly off his cock and fell back against the counter.
They stayed like that, breathing hard, until they heard the office door open, and SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s voice.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
Panic
Sharon was already heading down the hall to her office. She barely glanced over at Debbie. "That sounds fantastic. Will you bring me a cup?"
"Uh, sure. Okay, I...Eee-oowp!"
Debbie jumped. Willy was grinning up at her. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d inched over to her and slid his hand back up her skirt. She smacked his hand away and whispered, "Knock it off!"
Sharon looked back from her door. "What?"
Debbie smiled. "Hmn? Oh, nothing."
Sharon nodded and stepped into her office. Debbie started to shake. Willy played with his cock, still slick with her juice.
"Oh, God. That was close." She poured a cup of coffee into SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s favorite mug. "Will you put that thing away? My God. My boss is here."
"Why?" Willy stood up and let his cock hang. "Heh-heh. Maybe sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll want a bite outta little Willy, too. I got moreÃ¢â‚¬â„¢n enough dark meat to split between two horny old white Ã¢â‚¬ËœhoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s."
Debbie stared at him for a second, and then shook her head. She smoothed out her rumpled skirt and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Oh. Oh, no."
She was a mess. Debbie groaned and tried to fix her hair again, then gave up and let it hang down to her shoulders. Her skirt was skewed, pulled halfway around her hips, SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d buttoned her blouse wrong, and a large patch of the material was damp from her saliva.
"Oh, shit."
Debbie ran some cold water on a towel and frantically patted her red, sweaty face, then re-buttoned her blouse and gave herself another once-over.
Better
She looked at Willy, who had moved to a chair, lounging at the break table.
"DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t forget to get her to okay the work." He flopped his dick at her. "Then why donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you come back here for some sloppy seconds?"
"DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you know when to quit?" Exasperated.
"DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t need no attitude from you, bitch. You donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get her signature, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll just leave now."
Debbie rolled her eyes. "Oh, Jesus. Fine."
Debbie took the coffee and spun out of the room, grabbing the clipboard with all the paperwork as she stormed by her desk. She muttered to herself on the way down the hall, and found Sharon seated at her desk, scanning through a ream of legal documents.
Sharon had taken off her coat and hung it on the coat rack, and her purse was on the leather couch next to her desk. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d turned on the heat in her office; hot air gushed into the room from the floor vents.
"Cold outside?"
Sharon didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t answer. Debbie put on a smile, set the coffee on SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s desk, and tried to ignore the warm air blowing up her skirt. The breeze tickled her crotch, making her uncomfortably wet. She wondered if Sharon could smell the sex on her.
"Sharon?"
"Mm?" Sharon didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t look up.
"Uh, The service paperwork needs your signature."
Sharon nodded and uncapped a pen. Debbie handed her the clipboard. Sharon signed, handed it back, and never looked away from her work.
"Thanks."
"Mm."
"Okay, then. Enjoy the coffee. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll let you get back to work."
"Mm."
Debbie backed out of the room. She knew this Sharon mood. She must be working on a new hardship case. Debbie had a feeling that Sharon would sit at her desk until the sun came up, unless there was an earthquake or she needed to pee. She doubted that the coffee would even get touched.
She carried the clipboard back to the break room. Willy was still in the chair, talking on his big orange phone, and his dick was still hanging out of his pants.
"Hey, hold on a sec, man. The bitch is back."
Debbie stared at him.
"Thought you were gonna bring me some dessert."
She shook her head and marched over, tossing the clipboard onto the table. Willy looked at it, shuffled through the papers. He put the phone back to his ear, wiggled his eyebrows at Debbie, and gestured to his cock. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. He grinned.
"Hey, Ã¢â‚¬Ëœyo. Signed and delivered, man." He listened. "Yep." Debbie turned to go, but he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him. "Hey! We ainÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t done yet."
"Oww."
Debbie tried to pull away, but Willy yanked her down to her knees and pulled her between his legs. His dick was already snaking up towards his belly.
"SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s right here. Yeah." He chuckled into the phone. "Yep. She sucks a mean dick, man." He put the phone on his shoulder and grabbed her by the hair again. "CÃ¢â‚¬â„¢mon, bitch. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m gettingÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ horny again. Open that sexy goddamn mouth and suck me off."
DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face turned a deep shade of red. He wants me to blow him while heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s talking about me to someone on the fucking phone.
"But, Sharon, my bossÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" The tip of his dick hovered around at her lips, twitching. "SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s just in the other room. WhatÃ¢â‚¬Â¦what if she comes in?"
"Shit. I said, if she wants some, there be plenty for her too." Willy cupped the back of her head with his free hand. "Now cÃ¢â‚¬â„¢mon, bitch. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m on the fuckinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ phone, and this shitÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s important."
His penis twitched erect, and the tip of his cock brushed her face. Debbie wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and smiled. "My nameÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Debbie."
"Yeah. Right. Debbie." He yanked her hair impatiently. "CÃ¢â‚¬â„¢mon, Debbie."
Debbie swallowed him with a sigh, her pussy wet and waiting for him. When did I turn into such a slut? She wondered.
"About fuckinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ time. Shee-it."
Sharon never left her office, and didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t bother them at all.
***
At half-past five, Debbie peeked back into SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s office and cleared her throat.
"Hey. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s closing time."
"Oh." Sharon looked at the clock, surprised, and leaned her chair back. "Okay. You go ahead. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to stay late tonight. Lock up?"
"Sure. Anything else"
"Did everything get fixed okay?"
"Uh-huh. I guess so." Debbie grinned. "IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve gotta go catch my bus. Drive careful on your way home. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s supposed to get nasty tonight. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s already really cold out."
"Okay. You have a good night."
"See you next week. Happy holidays."
Debbie left Sharon at her desk. She rubbed at her jaw as she walked back to the lobby. Her legs felt unsteady, and her crotch ached, but she was smiling like a fool. She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help it. Debbie put on her coat and grabbed her bag, then punched in her alarm code for the front doors, unlocked them and stepped outside. It was already dark out, and cold. Willy was there, smoking a tiny cigar and leaning against his work van. He grinned when he saw her.
"What are you still doing here?" She locked the doors behind her.
"WaitinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ for you."
"Jeez." Debbie dropped her keys in her bag. "Uh, look. Today was reallyÃ¢â‚¬Â¦fun. But right now, I need to catch my bus." She shivered. "God. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s freezing out here."
"Why donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t I give you a lift? I got the van right here, already warmed up and everything."
"Huh." Debbie crossed her arms and stared at him, tapping her toe on the pavement. A snowflake drifted past her nose, and she made her decision. "Oh. Fine."
"DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t say thanks or nuthinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢."
He held out his arm for her, and Debbie broke into a grin.
"Here, cÃ¢â‚¬â„¢mon Ã¢â‚¬Ëœround this side. We gotta get in through the sliding door."
"Okay.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢
Debbie smiled at Willy as they walked around the van.
"So, did you mean all that stuff you talked while we, uh, yÃ¢â‚¬â„¢knowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
"You mean, the Ã¢â‚¬ËœbitchÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ this, and Ã¢â‚¬ËœbitchÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ that, Ã¢â‚¬Ëœsuck my fucking dick you old cuntÃ¢â‚¬â„¢, all that sorta stuff?"
"Yeah. Is that justÃ¢â‚¬Â¦I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t knowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦kinky for you?" She looked at the ground, and another snowflake plopped on the tip of her nose. "I mean, it sorta turned me on. Well, it really turned me on. ButÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Willy stopped and unlatched the van door. He slid the door open. "Yeah, bitch." His eyes had gone cold and hard. "I did." He blew a puff of smoke into her face. Debbie coughed, and waved the smoke away.
She froze. "WhatÃ¢â‚¬Â¦?"
Three big men wearing masks were in the van, waiting. One of the men had a video camera. Willy grinned down at her. "I meant every goddamn fucking word."
Someone grabbed her from behind, and a huge, powerful hand clamped around her face and pressed a smelly rag hard over her mouth and nose. Debbie got a big whiff of chemicals, and her eyes watered and her head swam. She was picked up and shoved into the waiting arms of the masked men, who threw her onto the vans dirty floor.
"Have fun, bitch."
Willy slammed the door, muffling DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s screams as the men began ripping off her clothes.
***
AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s meeting ran later than she expected, and when she was finally able to sneak out of the courthouse, snow had started to fall. Her stomach rumbled. For dinner, Anne had only been able to scarf a handful of potato chips that sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d bought from a vending machine, and now she was absolutely starving.
Food
Anne crossed the street at the light, then she jaywalked and cut diagonally through two lanes of backed-up traffic on the next street over to get to the parking structure where sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d left her car.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m breakinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ the law
Always the rebel. She dodged around a few more cars stuck in the rush hour sprawl, causing a more than a few angry drivers to honk their horns. One fat guy with a grubby baseball cap was moved enough to roll his window down and scream something really nasty about the female gender.
Sharon wouldÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve gone over to the truck and read the a-hole his rights.
Not Anne.
She sweetly flipped him off and took the elevator up to her car without a word. She shared the elevator with a bum who had passed out, snoring in a puddle of urine. A flood of vomit stained the front his t-shirt. Anne wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t all that sure that either the pee or the barf was his. Probably, but you never know. She wrinkled her nose at the smell, stared up at the floor numbers and ignored him, feeling guilty.
The smell followed her out of the elevator. When she got in her car, Anne opened all the windows as far as theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d go, turned the heater to fan and cranked it up high. She sat for a minute, then drove halfway home in the freezing cold before rolling the windows up. She could still smell the bum. Anne lifted her arm and sniffed the sleeve of her coat.
"Oh! Pee-heeuw! She made a face. "Gotta do my dry-cleaning." She rubbed her nose. The smell had absorbed into her clothes. "First thing Monday morning."
At home, Anne turned into the driveway she shared with her neighbors, the Laddingtons. The driveway split at the back of their houses and led to separate detached garages. A white van was parked in their side of the driveway, quiet.
Huh. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s new.
She eased her car past the back corner of the van. It was a tight squeeze, and she tried to be extra careful not to scrape her side mirror. The security flood light mounted on the side of her house flared on, bathing her car in a bright yellow light. Anne used the light to find her remote and opened her garage door. She stuck the remote back in her console and drove into the garage, letting the door close automatically behind her.
Anne turned off the ignition, grabbed her keys, her briefcase and her bouquet, and let herself out of the garage through the side door. Across the driveway, the Laddingtons house was dark and empty, except for one light on in their living room.
Where did they go for Christmas this year?
Anne tried to remember as she unlocked her back door and let herself in. The LaddingtonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s had asked her to watch the house and feed their cats while they were gone, like always.
Was it
Anne flicked on the lights and stepped into her kitchen.
She carefully set the flowers down and dropped her briefcase on the counter. , she reminded herself to remind herself, and then immediately shrugged out of her coat, letting it drop in a pool on the floor. She sniffed her suit jacket and her blouse and squinched her nose at the sour smell that clung to her. She kicked off her shoes, and the rest of her outfit followed. Anne stood in her kitchen naked, shivering and wondering what to do next.
Gotta get these in some water
Dinner or shower? Hmm. Shower or Dinner?
AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s stomach growled, but the shower won out. No way could she eat if she still smelled like pee and puke. She turned the water in the shower on to hot and let it run, then she sat on the toilet and farted.
Anne giggled. Maybe thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s why you canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get stay in a relationship, honey. You fart too much.
She wiped and flushed, then waited a second for the blast of cold water to pass through the pipes before she stepped into the shower. She turned the water as hot as it would go and let it blast down on her neck and shoulders, easing her cramped muscles.
Anne slowly relaxed and bathed, soaping and washing her hair twice. She even washed behind her ears.
For you mom
Anne rinsed and turned the water off, pulled a fresh, soft towel from the rack and patted herself dry, then wrapped her hair up in the towel. Her stomach growled again as she was brushing her teeth. She patted her belly and spit, talking to herself in the mirror.
"Right. Hold your horses."
She found her nightgown right on the bed where sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d left it. The bed was still empty. And now the sheets were cold, too.
She found that depressing.
Anne realized that she was upset. The flowers had been such a nice surprise that she hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t realized that sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d neither seen or spoken with Sharon all day long.
Dammit, she never called me back
At least sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d heard SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s voice when she called to leave the message inviting her to dinner. She figured the flowers had been a sort of peace offering, SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s way of apologizing after their last blowup. Annie was hoping she could return the sentiment.
Oh, Sharon. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m so sorry. Please call.
Deep in her heart, Anne was sure that Sharon had turned to Michelle for comfort. She knew it instinctively; she felt the energy between them every day at the office.
It was killing her.
***
Hector unlocked the door to his dark apartment and pushed it open. He had spent the entire night washing the wall-to-wall carpeting in Sharon Chapman and Anne LairdÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s office, and he was weary and ready for sleep. He kicked a small pile of mail that had been dropped through the mail slot, scattering bills and other junk across the threadbare carpet.
One package caught his eye, and his heart began hammering around in his chest. Hectors breath quickened, and he picked the package up. He ignored the rest of the mail. If this package was what he hoped, soon the bills and the squalor he lived in would no longer matter. Hector tossed his coat onto a chair and sat down at his table.
He was ready to finish this ugly business so he could finally return home. Hector missed his family, his real life; he hated this place, everything about it, and having to work like a slave.
Arturo.
His brotherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s name echoed in his head like a litany. Hector had made a promise before he died, and he would not forsake his word.
Arturo
Hector picked up the little photo from the counter. The pain of his brotherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s death was still fresh; like an old wound that wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stop bleeding. It had been almost three years since his brotherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s murder.
Three years since he had come to America to punish Sharon Chapman and Ann Laird.
***
Michelle asserted herself immediately after Sharon and Anne had hired her on as a partner. Months ago, Michelle had urged Sharon to accept a new abuse case. Anne was sure Michelle only wanted to take on the client only because they were wealthy. It would be great for the firm, and it looked extremely profitable, she said.
For the firm
Anne poured herself a glass of wine. To help herself relax. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
Yeah. Sure. And if you believe that, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got this bridgeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Anne had disagreed with the choice from the start. It was one of the very few times in their professional relationship that she and Sharon had been at odds with each other. Privately, they argued about it constantly, until finally, Sharon had stormed out of the house for good. Anne thought sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d moved back into her old place. Turned out that wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t the case. Michelle drove her to work the next day.
Things hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t been right between them since.
Sharon avoided Anne for months, playing tennis in the morning and scheduling her appointments early when Anne was in the office, then coming in to work during the afternoons when she knew Anne was in court. In the end, Anne had given in, but Sharon had already taken the client on.
Anne ground her teeth. Michelle. I think I hate her.
"Oh well." Anne brushed a wisp of hair out of her eyes. "ThereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nothing that a nice glass of wine and a big bowl of ice cream wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t fix."
Anne unwound the towel from her damp hair and laid it over the back of the chair at her dressing table, and began to brush out her hair. She was just slipping on the nightgown when her doorbell rang.
"Who the hell could that be?"
She glanced at her alarm clock. Eight-thirty. Not too late. Maybe Sharon had left the office and snuck over with some pizza. Anne thought that sounded divine. They could split the rest of the wine and share the ice cream.
The doorbell rang again.
"Coming!" She shouted, excited now. "IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be right there!"
Visions of warm, cheesy pizza and gooey, melted chocolate dripping over vanilla bean ice cream filled her head. Anne was so thrilled, so sure it was Sharon that she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t bother to check the peephole in her door; she just threw the door open, leaned out, and then blinked in surprise at the man standing on her porch.
"Oh! WhatÃ¢â‚¬Â¦what are you doing here?
A sharp gust of wind blew the hem of her light silk nightgown, making it billow up around her thighs. Her nipples puckered and poked out from under the thin material.
The man leered at her.
"YÃ¢â‚¬â„¢know, you should really lock your back door when you come in. It ainÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t safe not to. Smile for the camera, bitch."
He was holding a video camera and pointing it right at her. Anne realized that he was filming her, standing in her doorway dressed only in her nightgown, and she blushed.
She shook her head a little, trying to shake off the cobwebs from the wine.
"WhatÃ¢â‚¬Â¦?"
He laughed at her, and then an arm circled her waist and a hand clamped over her mouth with an iron grip. Anne tried to scream, and a sickly-sweet chemical smell filled her nostrils.
I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t lock the back door
Anne started to struggle, flailing her arms and legs wildly, but the man holding her simply tightened his grip and pulled her back into the dark living room. The man on the porch grinned and followed them inside, quietly shutting the door.
"Shit. That was easy."
"Yeah."
Anne was dizzy, disoriented from the chemicals soaked into the rag. The man behind her dropped her, retching, onto the floor, and Anne wondered if they were going to rape her.
"PleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â¦l-leave me a-aloneÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
They both laughed.
The men her gagged her, stuffing the pair of dirty panties that sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d taken off earlier in the kitchen roughly into her mouth, and wound the leg of her nylons around her head, tying the feet together tightly behind the nape of her neck. They used some heavy plastic zip-ties to bind her hands behind her back. Then they lifted her as easily as if she were a child, and carried her through the house and out the back door to the van.
"CÃ¢â‚¬â„¢mon. Hurry up."
The security light didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t go on this time; the menÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s shoes crunched through broken glass as they carried Anne outside, still kicking.
"Damn. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a feisty bitch."
"Fuck it. Hit her Ã¢â‚¬Ëœtill she stops."
They slapped her, knocking her face back and forth, until sparks of light went off behind her eyes. Anne groaned into the gag, and stopped kicking. Blood seeped from her nose and dripped down the front of her nightgown.
"Shit." The man with the camera shook his hand. "That hurt."
"Pussy."
"Fuck you."
Anne was picked up again, and they carried her quickly down the driveway. The vanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s side door rolled open and the engine started as soon as Anne was dropped inside.
"Here go, kids. Enjoy."
Several more men were waiting in the van. They wore ski masks, and masks made out of nylon stockings. The man with the video camera jumped into the van and slammed the door shut. The men surrounded Anne. One of them held a syringe up and gave the plunger an ominous squeeze, sending a squirt of pale liquid out of the needle.
AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s bloodshot eyes went wide with panic.
The men smiled behind their masks and pinned her to the floor of the vehicle. The needle was plunged deep in her arm.
The gag muffled AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s screams.
The large man plopped into the front with the driver, making the van lurch with his weight. Together, they turned to watch the struggle through a peephole cut into the cab.
In the back, the men held Anne down until she stopped screaming and jerking, then they unwound the pantyhose and removed the gag from her mouth.
"Here it comes."
The driver nodded at the observation.
Anne vomited, retched again, then passed out. She was dragged to the front of the van where an old blanket was draped over her limp body.
"Gotta love the first time somebody tries smack."
"Mmn."
The large man wrinkled his nose with distaste, then turned to the driver and lit a cigar. "Almost finished now. Just one more, and then we can have some fun before we get paid."
In answer, the driver just smiled and started the van.
***
Hope.
The real American Dream.
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s what this country was founded on. A simple word, yet it means so much.
Liberty.
Justice.
For all. Not just the few.
Generations of immigrants have braved countless hardships to travel to these shores. Searching for something so simple.
A new life.
A new beginning.
***
Seated at his table and lost in bitter memories, Hector wept quietly for his brother.
Arturo
Hector had always been content with his life. He wanted for nothing: drugs, women, money; his needs were simple, and the political and military corruption in his country provided everything he ever wanted. When he came of age, Hector immersed himself in the violent life and took those things he wanted by force.
But not Arturo.
He hated the drugs and the rape, the killing and the corruption; what he called the murder of his soul. Arturo spent his nights dreaming of America and his days speaking of little else. The stories that were told of the Promised Land lured him like a sirens call.
When he turned seventeen, Arturo decided to chase his dreams. Hector could have sent him to America in comfort, like a prince. But Arturo wanted more, he needed to understand. He had to experience the hardship, the struggle of his people.
So he left his home and his family and began the long, dangerous trek across the border. Many strong men die attempting that voyage, even now in this day and age, or are caught and sent home, disgraced.
Somehow, after long weeks, Arturo made it.
He sent a constant stream of letters home, telling Hector and their family of America, the land of the free. He wrote that he had found a job working as a dishwasher in a small restaurant and a place to live. And he confided in Hector that heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d met a woman. ArturoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s English was very poor and at first, he struggled. But a waitress at the restaurant helped him. They fell in love, and a few months later, they had a baby girl.
They named the baby Emma.
Arturo said they were happy. For a while.
Months passed, and one day Arturo came home from work early. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been promoted to a line cook at the restaurant and the owners had given him a pay raise. He wanted to celebrate, and on his walk home heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d stopped and bought Isabella flowers. Arturo was whistling when he opened his door.
His life ended when he stepped inside.
Emma was lying naked on the floor of their little apartment, screaming, covered in her piss and feces, an empty bottle beside her on the floor. Isabelle was on her knees, kneeling against the couch; with a greasy, tattooed man fucking her from behind, like a she was a dog in heat.
They ignored Emma and her cries.
IsabelleÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes were vacant and unseeing. A used syringe was broken on the floor. A clear plastic pipe had fallen from IsabelleÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nerveless fingers, and lay on the floor next to Emma, still hot and smoking. Emma had tried to reach her bottle, but found the pipe instead, and red, puss-filled blisters had burst out on her poor, tiny fingers.
Arturo had seen crack before, both at home, when he and Hector were homeless children living in the street, and in the flop houses where he had slept when he first came to America. He knew the evils of the drug. He knew Isabelle was an addict. She told him after they met, when they began dating.
Arturo didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care. He loved her anyway. But when they learned that Isabelle was pregnant, Arturo asked her to stop. He begged her.
And she promised.
So when Arturo opened his door and found his wife and child, he flew into a mindless rage. He beat the man until he ran from the house, naked and bleeding. And then he turned his rage on Isabelle. He hit and kicked her until she cowered in a corner, then he took Emma, and he left, swearing to Isabelle that she would never see them again.
That was his mistake. He never should have left.
Neighbors called the police about a domestic disturbance. The police came and interviewed Isabelle a day later. She concocted her story, and the police decided Arturo had kidnapped his daughter, and was in danger of fleeing the country. On their advice, Isabelle hired the law firm of Sharon Chapman and Anne Laird to represent her in a custody suit. Chapman and Laird, the police told her, had established a reputation of taking on these types of domestic cases; incidents where a wife or a child had been abused or raped.
And Isabelle told more lies.
The police picked up Arturo and Emma at the restaurant, when he went in to pick up his paycheck. Arturo was arrested without a fight, processed and sent to jail to await trial.
Emma was taken into protective custody.
In court, Sharon Chapman convinced the judge and jury that Arturo had forced Isabelle to take drugs and prostitute herself, and who often raped his own child. She wove stories, describing to the court in grisly detail the atrocities that he had perpetrated on his family.
Again and again during the trial, Chapman directed the juryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s attention to Arturo, enforcing their suspicion that he was the monster she described. When she was called as a witness, under oath, Isabelle claimed that when he kidnapped Emma, Arturo intended on selling the baby for money, or God only knew what else.
They called him evil.
Arturo had no money. He barely spoke English. No real lawyer would represent him, and the women lawyers that represented Isabelle were very persuasive with their lies.
He had no chance.
A judge convicted him of all the heinous crimes he had been accused of, and sentenced him to more than twenty years in prison. And they made sure that he would never see his daughter again. Isabelle smiled as Arturo was led from the courtroom, and she celebrated, hugging her lawyers. Sharon Chapman herself handed Emma back into IsabelleÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s needle-pricked arms.
Her wicked smile was the last thing Arturo saw before he was taken away.
In prison, Arturo wrote to Hector. He claimed that Isabella had been his one, true love, and his love had blinded him while she cut out his heart.
Isabelle had stolen everything; his daughter, his self-respect and pride. His honor.
Less than a month later, Arturo learned that both Isabelle and Emma had died in a fire. The fire had started in a drug house. The house was owned by the man Arturo had caught fucking his Isabelle, and beaten. The inhabitants had been too stoned to escape.
That day, Arturo lost what little was left of his soul.
The other inmates understood none of this. In prison, child molesters are reviled by the rest of the populace. Arturo was hurt badly, day after day, by men who had raped and killed. The irony was not lost on him, that Isabelle was still torturing him, even from beyond the grave. He tried to tell the truth of what had happened to anyone who he hoped would listen. He tried to fight back. It only made his life worse.
Arturo began to despair. He again wrote to Hector, begging him to come to America. Hector swore to his brother that he would help, that he would come and make the people who did this pay.
The next day, another inmate killed Arturo in his cell, stabbing him in the chest, over and over, with a homemade knife. The guards found Arturo much later, lying on the floor of his cell in a pool of blood. They called for a medic and watched him bleed.
No one would say who actually killed him.
***
It took Hector some time to arrange travel to the United States. When he finally arrived, he went directly to the prison to claim ArturoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s body. When he saw his brotherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s corpse, Hector closed off his heart to the pain, until it was like a live thing trapped inside him, eating at him. He bottled up the rage. It would have to wait.
He wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t sure what he should do next. In his country, to resolve this matter would be simple. Hector would simply have had the people responsible for his brotherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s death brought to him, then tortured and killed. But he couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do that here. As powerful as he was at home, he had few friends here. He had to wait for an opportunity, to develop a plan.
So he claimed his brothers few possessions from the authorities, and he moved into the same small apartment where Arturo had lived with Isabelle and Emma. He had ArturoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s body returned home, away from this awful place. Just a few days later, ArturoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s attorney, a court-appointed lawyer, contacted Hector.
Hector went to meet him, and he was given a sealed manila envelope. When Hector asked what it was, the attorney just shrugged.
"Dunno. Open it and see."
Hector returned to the tiny apartment and opened the envelope. By the time he finished reading, he was smiling.
Before he died, Arturo had found a way to get his revenge.
***
Arturo didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want Susan Chapman or Anne Laird dead. That would have been a simple thing; Hector had killed before, men and women; it was the same to him. Easy.
No, Arturo wanted the lawyers, and anyone who had worked for them punished. He wanted them to be humiliated and ruined, raped and beaten, their lives destroyed, just as his had been. Somehow while he was in prison, Arturo had learned of the Fantasies, Inc. people, and their capabilities. It seemed that they would and could do almost anything. For a price.
Arturo laid his plans carefully. It would be expensive, he knew, and he did not have access to the funds he would need. But he found a way it might work.
First, somehow Hector had to get close to the lawyers, get them to trust him. So he swallowed his pride and gone to work for them as a janitor.
A fucking, piece of shit janitor
HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d worked his ass off for them, biding his time and learning where they lived, their habits, their secrets. He learned where they each kept their money, and where the accounts for the firm where. He worked and watched, and slowly and surely they began to confide in him. When he though heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d learned enough, he sent ArturoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s plan to the Fantasy website, and waited.
Nothing happened. Hector began to think heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been scammed. But he held onto a small hope that he would not let go. Not until that arrogant bitch had been properly punished.
Hector hated slaving for the lawyer cunt and her partner. Hated them for what they had done to his brother and his family. His own honor had been disgraced, working like a common pig for the bitch. So, every day for the past six months he had come home from work and checked his email account, and every day he had been disappointed.
But nowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Hector turned the padded envelope over in his hands. His name and his address were neatly printed in the middle of the package. There was nothing else to find. No label or return address; nothing. He took a small pocket knife from his trousers and slit open the sealed flap. He shook the contents out onto the table.
He peeked inside the envelope to make sure it was empty, and tossed it away. On the table in front of him was a stack of silver computer disks and a plain envelope with the Fantasies, Inc. logo printed in gold in the middle. Each disk was sealed in a plastic case, and labeled with a womanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s first name, two disks each.
He picked up the envelope and tore it open.
Hello.
At your earliest convenience please check your email for a complete set of instructions, as well as a link to your new, personal web site to monitor the progress of your fantasy. You have our absolute assurance that your website is totally private and completely secure.
You may be contacted with further updates. Please find included with this notification a bonus set of disks; our free gift to you.
We hope you enjoy your special gift.
Sincerely,
Fantasies, Inc.
Hector read the note, and a second later he was on the internet, checking his email. He brought up his account, half expecting not to find anything.
But there it was. Just one message, but that was enough to send a current of excitement through his body. He clicked with the mouse and read his message, a short version of the note from the envelope, with a link attached. He clicked on the link, and waited.
The page loaded quickly. On the main page, another link in a fancy script read: Welcome to your fantasy. Underneath that, in smaller type, was a flashing: Click here.
Hector clicked.
The next page was divided and boxed into quarters; each box contained a separate link, the first name of a woman; the same first names were printed on each of the disks that were included in the package.
Hector knew those names. He briefly wondered why there were four. There was a message at the top of the page.
All flashing links are live feeds, filmed in real time. You can choose to save your favorite video feeds in your free, additional website space for later viewing. You can also edit your saved files using the software provided online, then download and save the files on your hard drive or other media for your continued enjoyment. Make your own movies, screen savers, and more!
Three of the links were flashing, with a steady red pulse.
Debbie. Michelle. Anne.
Hector chose a name at random, pointed the mouse, clicked, and the page changed again. He stared at his screen. Dozens of new links, divided and grouped under headings.
At home, In the car, At the office, Saved files, etc.
The At home link was flashing. Hector clicked.
Bathroom
And suddenly, live and in color, with sound that was clear as a bell, Hector was watching Debbie Jones, taking her morning shower. He watched as she lathered shampoo through her bleached-blonde hair, and listened to her hum quietly, as soapy, steaming hot water ran over her huge breasts, down her back and her belly, past her mound and down her legs.
Hector gasped in pleasure. He felt an erection trying to burst from his trousers. In his excitement, he knocked over his chair when he stood and dropped his pants.
He straightened the chair and sat back down with his pants bunched in a puddle around his ankles and his cock throbbing in his hand.
He jacked off while Debbie finished her shower and dried off. He watched her pat her pale skin dry with a fluffy white towel, then wrapped it in her hair, like a turban. She brushed her teeth and left the bathroom.
On his screen, a message popped up.
Camera auto-follow between rooms? Yes/No?He clicked on yes.
The camera view switched to a bedroom. Debbie had taken the towel off and tossed it on her bed, and was pulling on a tiny pair of lacy black panties. She had her back turned towards the camera, giving Hector a nice view of her plump ass. His dick throbbed, and then another message popped up.
Did you know? You can use your mouse to scroll between camera angles. Give it a try. Click the edge of the window to view a new frame.
Hector clicked the top of the screen, and suddenly DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s tits filled the entire monitor, large as life, like he could just reach out and grab them.
Click and hold the right mouse button, then move the mouse to adjust and focus between different camera angles
He clicked and rolled the mouse back towards the edge of the table, until he could see DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s whole room again.
There.
He laughed when she lost her balance and fell on her ass. Debbie swore. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d fallen with her legs up in the air and the panties dangling around one of her knees. Hector used the mouse to zoom in again, giving him a nice look at her snatch. Bushy.
Debbie grunted and struggled to her feet. He watched, spellbound, as she dressed for work, slipping on a bra and nylon stockings, then a nice skirt and blouse. The camera went black when she left the house, then switched to a shot of Debbie walking to her car. She unlocked the car, and another message popped up.
Continue filming? Yes/No
NO.
His cock was bored now. Time to try someone else. Hector backed out. The link he wanted was still dead, so instead he chose Michelle.
Bathroom
The screen refreshed. HectorsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ eyes popped open, and his cock perked right back up. Michelle, shot from above and behind, was leaning over her bathroom counter with her ass up in the air, putting on lipstick. Her jet-black hair was still wet from the shower, black and glistening with moisture. She was dressed in a lacy satin bra and a pair of matching panties.
Talking a mile a minute, another, older woman entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Hector used the mouse to zoom in on her face.
Sharon
Hector jacked off as she bathed, and slumped back in his chair when he blew his load onto the linoleum. Sharon finished with her shower. Michelle dressed for work in a blue suit and a white silk blouse. She clipped on a pair of pearl earrings, smiled, and pressed her body tightly against SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s.
A look of euphoria stole over SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face. She shut her eyes and smiled as Michelle lightly cupped her breasts and kissed the nape of her neck. She ran her hand through MichelleÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hair, and they clung to each other, swaying gently. Then Sharon turned and the women embraced, two lovers, kissing passionately.
His penis twitched again, and rose back to attention. I did not realize. But this isÃ¢â‚¬Â¦this is very fine.
Hector spent the rest of the morning at his computer, happily exploring the feeds that had been collected over the past couple weeks and the disks that had been included with his package.
***
Lost in her drug-induced euphoria, Sharon had no idea how long they raped her. She barely remembered any of it after the drugs took effect, except that at some point her body betrayed her and she began responding to the sex. She remembered hearing a grunt of surprise from one of the men while he fucked her. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d suddenly wrapped her legs around his back and started bucking uncontrollably underneath him and she came with a loud cry, sending a torrent of warm fluid squirting over his thighs. He backhanded her face and called her a horny cunt, then went back to fucking her.
Everything else was bits and pieces.
Once, she recognized AnnieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face, tight with pain, shoved against a muscular belly. She was stripped naked and gagging, with ropes of spit and vomit dangling from her chin, her cheeks and slim neck bulging from the thick cock that was slamming in and out of her mouth. Sharon noticed other, fuzzy shapes and voices, the wet, slurping sound of sex, men grunting and women gasping with pain and crying from shame. The sounds all seemed muffled and distorted, as if they were far away.
The men liked to fuck her two or three at a time. One man would fuck her and pull out, and then another would immediately take his place. The Mountain was the worst. He liked to rip into her ass with his enormous cock, fuck her, and then make her swallow him until he came, shooting his load while he was buried deep in her throat.
Sharon thought the ordeal would be over relatively quickly, but it seemed like it went on for hours. She realized there was no natural way the rapists could be that potent. The men must have taken some kind of drug not long before.
The van drove slowly, rarely slowing, and the motion of the vehicle was almost comforting. Every once in a while, Sharon felt them ease to a stop, probably for lights, and she even thought that she heard a police siren once, right next to them. She tried to scream then, but the men around her just laughed and a cock was pushed into her mouth. At some point the drugs they gave her began to wear off, and she felt the pain of her torn, battered body: the sharp pain running up her jaw and down her neck, her bruised breasts, the torn flesh of her rectum and vagina, the bites on her nipples and neck and shoulders. The men had taken her jewelry, but they never bothered to remove her clothes; now the material just hung from her in torn scraps.
Eventually the van slowed and came to a stop. Sharon was thrown onto her belly on the floor, facing the van door, and her arms were locked behind her back. Annie was beside her, staring vacantly into space. Next to her, Debbie was kneeling on all fours, still being fucked by two men. They came quickly and shoved her to the floor, handcuffing her while cum still glistened on their cocks.
Sharon glanced around, her drugged mind beginning to work again. Debbie. Annie. Someone was missing.
Michelle,
she thought. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not here. They didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get Michelle.
A tinge of hope ran through her as the men dressed. Then the Mountain pulled a cell phone from his coat.
"WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re ready."
The door to the van was unlocked and thrown open. The wind rushed inside, covering the three women with a light blanket of freezing snow and ice. Sharon shivered miserably.
"Here you go, buddy. TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re all yours."
The Mountain and the other men stepped over the women and jumped out of the van. Sharon looked up and gasped in surprise.
Hector stood in the doorway, his face twisted into a mask of hate and lust. His black eyes bored into SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s, and she shivered again, but not from the cold.
The Mountain clapped him on the shoulder, and handed him two small video tapes. "These are on us, mÃ¢â‚¬â„¢man, made last night and on the ride. TheyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be available on the net in an hour or two, soon as we get Ã¢â‚¬Ëœem edited."
Hector nodded, his face changing into a demonic grin as he pocketed the tapes. Sharon looked past the men, trying to see a landmark, figure out were they were. All she could see were a few trees, barely visible behind a wall of white.
"The vanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s all gassed up. You got a stash under the front seat, enough heroin to keep the two of Ã¢â‚¬Ëœem nice and quiet Ã¢â‚¬Ëœtill you get past the border. ThereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a map folded in the glove box. Follow the directions and take the marked route down through California. Be at the border at exactly eight oÃ¢â‚¬â„¢clock in the morning two days from now. You need to be there on Christmas day. Our man will be there, waiting with a plane. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll get you to where youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re going without any problems. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re on your own after that. Got it?"
Hector nodded. "I understand."
Sharon gasped again. Hector grinned at her. His accent had disappeared. He even seemed larger, taller; a commanding figure instead of the meek little custodian she knew. Out of the corner of her eye, Sharon saw Debbie staring at him too. Annie was still blank; the whites of her eyes showing and blood still oozing from her mashed nose. She seemed catatonic.
The Mountain nodded.
"Right. Now, Ã¢â‚¬Ëœbout the cash."
Hector finally took his eyes off Sharon. "I thought you figured out how to get it?"
Another voice came from outside, away from SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s point of view; soft, quiet and definitely female.
"We did."
Hector backed up a half-step, and almost bowed. The Mountain smiled, and said, "Hey, love."
Michelle peeked into the van and grinned merrily. She was snuggled into SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nice, warm cashmere coat. She smiled down at Sharon.
"Sharon! Look at you! You look so cute, tied up like that. Makes me want to eat you up, but..." She slowly licked her ruby lips, then nodded at Hector. "You donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t belong to me anymore."
Hector grinned. Michelle tossed him a set of keys.
"Oh, well. You know what they say. Ã¢â‚¬ËœBetter to have loved and lostÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ and all that garbage. Anyway, Hector, those are for you. Keys to their handcuffs and the van, too. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been driving this big fucking thing around all night, and now itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s all yours."
Hector made the keys disappear into the same pocket as the video tapes.
Michelle wrapped her slim arms around the Mountain. "And pretty soon, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be able to finish work and get back to my sweetie-pie." She looked up and drank in the dark eyes behind the mask. She eased the edge of the mask up past his lips, and they kissed passionately. "Baby, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re so sweet. I love the coat."
"Thought you might."
The Mountain grinned and they kissed again. Sharon grunted angrily. Michelle finally turned back to the van.
"Well, well. Look at you, all wrapped up like presents under the tree. Merry Christmas, Hector. From all of us at Fantasies, Inc."
"Thank you."
"You like our work?"
"Yes. It was perfect. My brotherÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s spirit will be able to rest soon. And IÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" The look he gave Sharon turned her blood to ice. "I will find my own pleasure." He turned back to the Mountain. "But I do not understand about the money?"
Michelle stepped closer to Sharon and stroked her hair. Sharon jerked her head away, and Michelle slapped her, smacking her face into the floorboard. She grabbed a knot of SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s hair and twisted it in her fist.
"Now, now, now. Is that any way to behave? Hmmn?"
She jerked SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s head back and stuck a finger into her mouth. Her long, painted fingernails dug into the soft roof of SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mouth as she worked the metal ring free.
"Well, Hector, you see, they couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have done this the easy way. Oh, no. Even after everything IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve done for the firm, all the money IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve made for these lovely ladies, none of these cunts ever really trusted me with the passwords for the bank accounts. SoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
She pulled the ring out of SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mouth and tossed it in the air. The Mountain caught it with a grin. The ring disappeared into a pocket and, once again, the Mountain pulled out his cell phone. Sharon had thought having the ring out of her mouth would be a relief, but she sucked at the cold air, fighting the sudden urge to vomit and the sharp pain running down her jaw.
Hector looked confused. "What?"
"So tonight SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s going to finally tell me what they are." Michelle opened the coat. She was naked underneath, her nipples hard from the cold. She pulled a gleaming blue pistol from an inside pocket and pointed it at SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s head. "ArenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you, baby?"
"You f-f-fucking b-b-bitch!"
Michelle feigned shocked. "Now, now. No need to get crude, sweet."
"IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not telling you anything!" Sharon croaked.
"Oh, I think you will."
Michelle cocked back the slide and pressed the barrel of the gun to SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s temple. Sharon lost control of her bladder; warm piss soaked the filthy carpet under her hips.
"Oh, God, pleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Hector panicked and lunged at Michelle. "No! No! IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not done with her! IÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
The Mountain caught him easily, and held him still. Michelle smiled gently.
"Sweet, sweet Sharon. He needs you. We canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t call this job finished if I kill you. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s bad for my reputation. And my employers - my real employers, that is, well, they absolutely hate when a project doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t end on a positive note. Gotta keep the customers satisfied, you know what IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m saying? I think you do. And besides all that, we donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get paid. So I guess I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t shoot you, now can I?"
Sharon shivered uncontrollably. "Y-youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re in-in-insane."
Michelle dragged the gun hard across SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face, cutting a furrow along her cheeks. Sharon felt warm blood seep from the cuts as Michelle pointed the gun at AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s head. She looked over at Hector, who was staring at her, wide-eyed. Sharon thought he looked as panicked as she felt. Anne never blinked, her eyes still blank, unfocused.
"Hector?" Michelle inclined her head. "What about Anne? You need her too?"
Hector gulped, and nodded frantically. "Yes! Yes! Both of them! Both of those bitches killed my brother! You know I want them both alive!"
"Shit. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s true. It was all there in your submission, wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t it? Very interesting story, by the way. So sad."
Michelle shook her head, feeling the pain. Then:
"Well, anyway. Okay. If you insist, I wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t shoot her. But I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t think it would be much of a loss, personally."
Michelle made a snorting noise and looked down at Anne.
"Just a pretty face. Awful attorney. Hell, after we accepted this assignment, I barely studied for two weeks before I took the bar exams, and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m a better lawyer than this twat is, even after what - twenty years?" She snorted again. "I think the old boys just tolerated her to get a piece of her pretty ass once in a while."
Michelle flipped her hair back over her shoulder, and grinned at Sharon.
"You know, she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even a good fuck. Nice for a quickie, I guess, but boring as all hell. She didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even like being tied up. No wonder you got tired of her."
Sharon squirmed, furious. "W-what?"
"Oh, didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you know?" Michelle pinched one of AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nipples. "I seduced her just a few weeks ago. She came to my house one night, trying to win you back. I think you were out of town on work. I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t really remember." Michelle looked off into the snow, remembering. She was jerking on AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s tit and letting it fall, then doing it over and over. "She was so drunk. I think she wanted to kill me, actually."
"Leave her alone!"
"If you insist."
Michelle stepped to the end of the door. She grinned at the terrified Debbie, and looked back at Hector.
"WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got one more option."
Hector stopped struggling. "Her?"
"Yep."
Hector thought about it for a moment.
"I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t need her."
Michelle smiled. "Good."
Debbie tried to scream, but it was cut short. Michelle grabbed the pearl necklace still hanging between DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s breasts, and gave it a vicious twist. DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eyes popped open. She choked and kicked as her air was cut off. Two of the masked men wrestled her out of the van, dumping her roughly onto the frozen ground. They pulled Debbie up into a kneeling position and held her in place as Michelle moved quickly behind her, grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed the gun against the back of her head.
The Mountain dialed a number on his cell phone. A second later he grunted and nodded at Michelle.
"Well, baby?"
Michelle smiled happily at Sharon.
"Would you like to tell me now? I want the passwords for both the corporate accounts, and for all of your personal accounts. I know you know them."
Her voice turned cold.
"DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t fuck with me, baby, or youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got a dead, fat-ass cunt lying here for the police to find, and a coat that belongs to you covered in her blood. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll wipe the gun down and put it in your hand. Just for a second. When the police find the murder weapon hidden away, with your fingerprints on it, and then the coatÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
She shrugged.
"Well. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m sure youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve put people behind bars with less evidence. And donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t forget, this lovely state has the death penalty."
Michelle looked over at Hector, and smiled.
"A little improv on your scenario, I know. But it works, yes?"
He was completely composed again, and nodded curtly. "Yes."
Sharon finally understood why Michelle was naked under the coat. She could just wash the blood off. No other clothes to dispose of.
"Michelle, pleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" She whispered. "DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t..."
Michelle just smiled and licked her lips. Sharon remembered that face, from the first time sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d seen Michelle in criminal court, going after the jugular of a defending attorney. She only looked that way when she was having fun.
"Ba-bee. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve wasted enough time, and my tootsieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s are getting cold. So lets speed this up. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to count to three, and then Fatty hereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s dead. One, twoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Debbie was turning blue. Her entire body was shaking. Sharon didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even think twice about telling them the passwords, just blurted out everything she could remember. The Mountain repeated everything into the cell phone, and they waited while Michelle slowly and happily choked Debbie to death.
"Good." The Mountain snapped the cell phone shut. "ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s it. ten-point-six million dollars, transferred to points unknown." He glared at Sharon. "No money, my black ass."
Michelle grinned and turned to Hector.
"Well. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s been nice working with you, Hector. As a parting gift, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll find a bank book in the van with a small balance, thoughtfully contributed to your cause from the now defunct law firm of Chapman and Laird. Enjoy."
She nodded to the Mountain. He pulled two syringes from his pocket, uncapped one, squirted a bit of fluid into the air, found a vein in AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s arm and jabbed the needle in. He injected her quickly. AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s staring eyes rolled back into her head, exposing the whites. Her body convulsed once and relaxed. Then he turned to Sharon and uncapped the other syringe.
Sharon shook her head and screamed as he twisted her arm. "N-noÃ¢â‚¬Â¦!"
She felt a strange warmth flood her arm, and she started to cry. The world around her quickly turned grey. The Mountain slammed the door shut with a clang, and SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s last thought was that Michelle had never let Debbie go.
Then she heard two muffled pops from outside the van, like firecrackers going off, and MichelleÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s low, throaty laughter.
Sharon vomited as the heroin hit her nervous system.
She heard a noise, coming closer. A helicopter?
The vanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s engine rumbled as it started.
And SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s world went black.
***
Epilogue
A fat, black fly buzzed incessantly around SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face, waking her from her stupor.
Sharon groaned and tried to swat at the fly, but her arm didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t seem to want to move. Something clanked, like metal scraping metal, and she glanced around, blinking, groggy and unsure of her surroundings. Her eyes took a moment to focus. She licked dry, cracked lips, wanting to rub away the thick crust that had caked her eyes, and wondered again why her arm wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t move.
She found herself in a large, green tent, handcuffed to the steel frame of a folding cot. Anne was lying naked and unconscious on an identical cot just next to her.
"A-Annie?" She croaked.
Two hard, stone-faced men in faded military fatigues guarded the entrance to the tent. One of them grunted and lifted the tent flap, letting in a brilliant ray of sunlight, and stepped outside. Sharon heard the sound of men and vehicles moving outside, and muted, as if farther away, the sound of animals. Dogs, barking. Other sounds, too, that she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t recognize.
"W-who are you? Where are we?"
The guard ignored her and the fly. He simply stared straight ahead, his dark eyes fixed on some point at the back of the tent.
Sharon gave up trying to speak and concentrated on taking stock of her situation. She too was stripped naked. She felt awful, like sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d suffered through a horrible illness. Her body was covered with just-healing bruises and welts, as was AnnieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s. Both had their wrists handcuffed to the middle edges of the cots, and their feet were locked as well, in the same fashion.
A sharp jolt of pain shot down her spine when Sharon lifted her head, making the muscles in her belly clench and spasm. Her limbs trembled uncontrollably. Her body was slick with sweat and crusted with dried vomit; tiny, pin-prick scabs ran along the inside of her bruised forearms. The tent was sweltering hot. Sharon tried to speak again, to ask for a drink of water. It felt like she was swallowing razor blades. The guard didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t bother to answer or move from his post; he just kept staring straight ahead, and Sharon didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have the strength to ask again.
Vague memories plagued her, floating in and out of her mind, just on the edge of her consciousness. Images of a van. Men she did not know. Annie and Debbie. Pain, and more pain. A plane. And over everything, a desperate craving that gnawed at the pit of her stomach.
Sharon let her head rest back on the cot. A tear bubbled over and ran down the side of her cheek, cutting a trail through the dirt and grime smeared on her face.
She remembered everything now. The abduction and the rapes. Michelle, dressed in nothing but SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s coat, holding a gun to the back of DebbieÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s head, smiling like she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have a care in the world. And a moment later, after Sharon had given her what she wanted, everything sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d asked for, the two gunshots.
Sharon remembered being drugged and afterwards, a long drive, tied and gagged with Anne in the back of the kidnappers van. More drugs each time the van would stop. A final stop, and then a plane ride.
Withdrawal. Knots of nausea and intense pain, eating at her gut.
Sharon shook her head, trying to rid herself of the fear that was paralyzing her as surely as the binds holding her down.
She was still alive. That had to count for something. She and Anne could have been killed too, along with Debbie. But they were alive. And maybe she could somehow keep them that way.
Next to her, Anne began to stir, moaning. Outside the tent, Sharon heard precise, measured footsteps approaching.
Then voices.
One voice Sharon thought she recognized; hard and commanding. The tent flap was pulled back and two men entered, their dusty boots crunching on the soil floor. The flap fell back into place as they stepped inside.
Sharon sniffled and again raised her head, only to send another shock of pain through her skull. Her vision blurred and she choked back a cry, blinking away tears until she could see again.
"Awake. Finally."
Hector stood silently at the foot of her cot, appraising her with a cold glare. He turned to the guards and spoke a few, clipped words that Sharon couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t understand.
"Clean them up and let the men have their fun. Bring them to the pit at dusk."
The guards nodded, grinning wolfishly. Sharon remembered seeing that grin from other men, men who had hurt her, and not long ago.
"W-wait, p-pleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â¦you can let us go. We wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t tell anyoneÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Hector laughed. A short, loud bark. Then he stepped close and slapped Sharon across the face. He grabbed her, squeezing her bruised cheeks, and he spit in her eye. The spittle mixed with her tears and blurred her vision even more. Then, in English:
"I will not foul myself by taking my pleasure from you. I will leave you to the men, and then to the dogs."
Then he spun on his heel and marched out of the tent.
***
A sharp word was shouted outside the tent and the guards had men fetch several buckets of tepid water.
The water was brought quickly, and the tent began to fill with scarred, brutal-looking men, all of whom were armed and dressed in the same faded combat fatigues. The tent flap remained open, and more men peered in from outside. They laughed and joked, watching expectantly as the guards doused the women, still cuffed tightly to their cots, drenching them from head to foot with murky grey water. They scrubbed Sharon and Anne clean using thick cakes of rough soap and stiff brushes, until their skin was pink and raw. Then they were doused again, and again, until the dripping water made soapy pools of mud under the bedding.
Sharon heard Annie in the next cot, whispering "no no no no", over and over, as one of the men reached between her spread legs and began shoving his hand roughly into her vagina. Annie screamed, but the men just laughed with their comrade as he fingered her, jabbing his hand deep into her soft pussy.
AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s body jerked and heaved. The men unlocked AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s feet and flipped her over onto her stomach. Two of them spread her legs wide, holding her firmly in place by her ankles. The man who had been fist-fucking Anne unzipped his pants and pulled out a massive, uncircumcised cock. He slapped her ass and climbed up on the cot and wedged himself between AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s legs.
Sharon closed her eyes as the men gathered closely around them. A boy who couldÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been no more than fifteen leaned over Sharon and bit her nipple until she cried out. She began to weep silently as her ankles were unlocked, and she tried unsuccessfully to blot out her friendÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s muffled screams.
A moment later, someone took care of the problem for her.
***
The rapes seemed to go on forever.
When the sun began to set, the guards pushed away the few remaining men and unlocked Anne and Sharon. They were then dragged out of the tent, naked, bloody and exhausted. Sharon tried to struggle and received a pair of vicious slaps. Anne let the men cuff her hands behind her back without a word. She whimpered when they touched her and kept her eyes fixed on the ground. All the fight seemed to have been drained out of her.
Sharon glanced around as she stumbled from the tent, past the men still milling about. They were being held in a small military camp, stationed in a deep jungle. Their tent was picketed a few yards away from the main camp.
Outside, another pair of armed guards stationed at the entrance to the tent fell into step as they were yanked away towards the outskirts of the camp. The women were led past a convoy of camouflaged jeeps and other vehicles to a small clearing, full of sweaty, drunken men, feasting next to a roaring bonfire. Sharon noticed women among the men, dressed in little more than rags, serving food and drink.
The men groped the women and laughed.
The gathering circled a shallow pit that had been scraped out of the forest floor. Six thick wooden stakes wrapped with supple leather thongs had been driven deep into the packed earth in the center of the pit.
Hector sat under a canopy in a camp chair at the far lip of the pit, flanked by a pair of armed guards. He appeared lost in thought.
Anne and Sharon were led down a slope cut like a tunnel that opened into the pit and forced to kneel by the stakes. Their captors saluted Hector, and the crowd of shouting men grew quiet, until the only sounds were the crackle of the fire, and the loud baying of dogs from somewhere beyond.
Hector acknowledged the salute with a grunt and a nod.
Anne and Sharon were held down, kneeling and spread-eagled, and strapped tightly to the stakes with their arms lashed to the ground straight out in front of them.
"Let them loose."
The men roared their approval. For the first time, Hector smiled. Sharon could hear Anne panting loudly.
She tried to comfort her friend. "AnnieÃ¢â‚¬Â¦?"
"N-noooÃ¢â‚¬Â¦!"
Anne shook her head frantically, staring at the crest of the slope, her eyes round and panicked. The barking grew louder, the sound suddenly noticeable over the cheers of the drunken men.
Sharon shouted to be heard. "Annie!"
Annie ignored her, and began screaming. Sharon turned to see the large, dark shapes as they appeared at the top of the pit, eyes red and gleaming in the firelight as they bounded swiftly down the incline towards them. SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mind froze, and for a moment, she truly wished she were dead. The realization of what was about to happen to them was sudden and crushing.
For the first time since her abduction, Sharon felt fear; and complete, total shame over what was to come.
"Oh God." Anne cried, thrashing in her bonds. "NoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦pleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
And then the dogs were in the pit, snarling and biting. Sharon screamed as the first hound touched her naked flank. And then some thing cold and wet was between her legs, sniffing. She looked up at the cheering men, at the smiling Hector, and shook her head frantically.
"N-noÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Claws raked SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s buttocks and her back as the first hound scrambled at her flesh with its paws, climbing onto her back. It mounted her quickly from behind, sniffing at her hair, her face, its heavy body smashing her to the ground and knocking the breath from her lungs. The animal drooled on her back and jerked its hips against her, painfully gouging its swollen red member deep into her tender pussy.
Hector, along with his men and their dogs, caroused well into the night.
***
The jungle was dark and quiet when Sharon woke. She heard the sound of running water, felt a warm spattering of moisture on her face. She groaned and opened her eyes. Anne was sprawled in the dirt, still tied, her breathing ragged. Sharon coughed dirt and foul tasting liquid out of her mouth. She hurt everywhere.
Hector finished his piss, shook his cock and stuffed it back in his cargo pants.
"Good morning, Senorita."
Sharon jerked back as a heavy knife was thrust into the ground next to her hands. She found herself staring at a pair of black boots, and looked up. Hector squatted next to her, his hands resting on his knees, his pair of guards at attention behind him.
"F-fuck you." Sharon spat the words.
He smiled benignly and indicated the knife.
"This is for you, as are these."
Hector waved a large, calloused hand and the guards tossed a pair of canteens and two backpacks onto the ground.
"It is time that we are leaving this place, Senorita. I have been away for much too long. My men have waited patiently, and it is time for me to make my presence in my country felt once again."
Hector smoothed his mustache, and continued.
"Do you understand why this happened?"
Sharon glanced at Anne and then glared at him, trembling.
"S-scum."
"Ah. No. You see, you have brought these last few weeks on yourself." He toyed with the hilt of the knife. "You killed my brother, you know?"
"I never hurt anyone."
"That is untrue."
Hector held up a finger, pointing at her. He unbuttoned his shirt pocket and removed the photo of Arturo and his family.
"Do you remember a man named Arturo Fernandez? No? Perhaps a woman called Isabelle, or a child named Emily?"
He brooded over the picture, his eyes smoldering, and then thrust the photo towards Sharon. He waited as recognition lit her eyes.
"You sent my brother to prison."
Sharon shook her head, defiant.
"HeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦he was scumÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Hector hit Sharon hard enough that lights danced behind her eyes.
"Arturo was a boy."
He hit her again, knocking her head back and forth.
"A simple, loving boy, who forgave anyone their sins. A boy who wanted nothing more than to live in America, the land of hope and freedom. To live and love his family, yes? A dream he held dear, from when he was young; just a child, with me, living in the streets."
Hector rocked back on his heels, staring.
"He wrote me, you see. He knew Isabelle was hiding something. She had been a drug addict when they met. He tried to help. But that whoreÃ¢â‚¬Â¦she took ArturoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s dream and crushed it."
Hector jabbed at the picture with a blunt fingertip, his eyes narrowed.
"With your help."
"I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢tÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" Hector raised his hand again, but Sharon kept going. "He molested his child! The evidenceÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ He abused his wifeÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
The look Hector gave Sharon froze her blood.
"Lies. The child was molested, yes. But you had no forensic match, yes? None of the DNA? Where was your proof? You had no evidence, only the word of a crack whore. Who paid you and your friends to represent her? Hm? Can you answer that?"
Hector waited for her answer, grinding his teeth. When Sharon just shook her head, he continued.
"She was a simple waitress, yes? Who had no money, no family. Who? Who helped her? Do you know Isabelle and Emily died not a month after your lies sent my brother to prison? Did you bother to interview any of the employees at the restaurant, who all knew she was an addict? Did you?
Sharon continued shaking her head.
"Answer me, woman!"
"No! NoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦IÃ¢â‚¬Â¦we believed herÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Hector grabbed her face, forced her to look him in the eye.
"The man who paid for your fees is the same man who whored Isabelle and who raped her daughter. The same man who she and Emily were found dead with in flamed out drug house. The sick fuck who deluded you and your foolish partner into thinking that my brotherÃ¢â‚¬Â¦!"
Spittle foamed at the corners of Hectors mouth. One of the guards gently touched his shoulder. Hector rolled his neck and visibly brought himself back under control.
"I-I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t knowÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" Sharon stuttered. "I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t. Isabelle told meÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
"You believed her lies, and because of you, my brother was murdered in an American prison by a criminal who was trying to rape him."
He stared at her numbly, the corner of his lip twitching.
"You foolish woman. Now do you understand? Your casual ignorance is no excuse for what you have done."
Hector stood.
"You and that bitch took everything from him. His daughter. His life. That is the truth. The truth denied him because of your actions. Isabelle and the scum who caused this are beyond my grasp. But you are not. At the end, Arturo wanted you punished for your part in this. He wanted your lives and livelihoods destroyed, and your reputations ruined. That you suffer for your sins. But his last wish was that you understand."
He stepped around Sharon and kicked Anne in the side.
"I would have killed you, yes. But Arturo understood. You were fallible. You are a zealous woman, Sharon Chapman. You believed you were doing the correct thing. The LordÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s work, yes? Helping the poor, the down-trodden. He did not want for you to die."
He spit.
"So, I must see for myself. I work for you. ArturoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s assumption is correct. You are a fool, but a righteous fool."
He shook his head, grinned, and knelt again. When he touched SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face, he was almost gentle.
"Sharon Chapman. I leave you with a choice. To live, or to die. I leave you and your woman these packs and this knife. Inside the packs are clothes and enough supplies to see a strong, trained man through three, four days in the jungle. The knife is close enough for you to saw through your binds, after a time."
He pointed.
"There is an overgrown dirt road that heads directly north from this camp. If you follow the road, it winds through the hills and leads to a small village, many miles from here. By foot, a man might reach the town, perhaps after approximately eight days travel. OrÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" The guards grinned. "You can take your friend and try your luck in the jungle. The knife has a compass. Cut your way through the bush, due north. You could save several days and your supplies would see you through, if you do not get lost. Fair warning: the jungle is dangerous. And even if you find your way through, either way, the people in the town are not fond Americans. They will not want to aid you. They may even kill you."
Hector spit again, for emphasis.
"But if you are resourceful and willing to pay with your, say, womanly treasures, you may find a man in the village with a small prop plane that may be coerced to fly you fairly close to the border. There you will find only more trials. The American authorities are currently searching for two women attorneys, lesbian lovers who embezzled several million dollars from their firm. It is very sensational and dramatic; the story is on all the news stations."
The guards actually chuckled at that; even Hector seemed pleased.
"The Americans believe that the firmÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s junior partner was murdered to keep her quiet, and the body hidden. And they speculate that one of the employees, a receptionist named Debbie Jones, had somehow discovered what happening and confronted the pair herself, instead of notifying the police."
Hector bent his fingers into the shape of a pistol and pointed it at SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s temple. Sharon flinched.
"They speculate that the women shot her in cold blood and then bolted from the country."
"Oh, God, DebbieÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" Sharon whispered, horrified, remembering the two loud popping sounds outside the van when they were taken. "NoÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
"The authorities are also searching for another person of some interest, who may have known what really happened; the company janitor, who seems to have disappeared. They assume that perhaps he was in the country illegally, discovered the body after it had been dumped in the lawyersÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ office, and has fled the country. "
Hector stood and smoothed his mustache. He pulled his pistol from its holster and pointed it at AnneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s head.
No. Not again.
"No, no, no! God, please donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t shoot herÃ¢â‚¬Â¦"
Hector pulled the trigger. The gun dry-fired. Empty. Anne whimpered, cringing.
"You bastard. You fucking bastard."
Hector laughed.
"It would be a mercy, you know, to kill her?"
He shrugged, appraising the battered women.
"You, Sharon, you are a strong woman. Strong both mentally and physically. You have proven this fact to me these last few weeks."
He kicked at Anne again.
"This one, however, she is not. ButÃ¢â‚¬Â¦" He shrugged. "She has survived this far. Perhaps she will surprise me. Yes?"
Hector smiled and ejected the magazine into his hand. He loaded two bullets and racked the slide, sending a casing into the chamber, clicked on the safety, bent and set the pistol on the ground, just inches away from SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s numb fingers. He took a thin plastic card from his shirt pocket and tossed it to the ground as well.
"These are for you. The card is for a numbered bank account. The account contains the money that was given me by your original kidnappers. It is enough to hide both of you safely from the authorities for a considerable time. Enough, perhaps, to begin a new life. The man with the plane has been instructed to give you more information if you so choose."
He straightened, knees cracking.
"So, Sharon Chapman. Live or die. Those are your options."
He glanced at the tree tops, sunlight just peeking overhead.
"Be quick. It is cool now; but the sun will rise soon, and the pit is unbearable when the sun is directly overhead. In your condition, you and your woman could easily expire here if you do not escape from your bonds by noon. The jungle is not forgiving. The pistol can provide you a quick end, if that is what you decide. A cleaner way to die than you provided for my brother."
He turned to his men. "We are finished here. Come."
And with that, Hector and his guards turned and strode out of the pit, leaving the women to the rising sun.
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.. He grinned and got comfortable. Click.He smiled, enjoying himself. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s better. .. Click. Shower. Click. SharonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s name was there, too, a flat, lifeless blue in her section of the screen.
. ., she thought. Sharon hates that I always forget to lock the back door.
. . . . She giggled at herself, sputtering water. Rio? She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t remember. Some good neighbor. . . Must eat food. She giggled. Zombie Annie.
, she sighed. A bit. . Debbie picked herself up off the floor and stumbled to the doorway, trying to button up her blouse and smooth back her hair. She peeked around the corner. "Uh, Hi. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m back here, Sharon. Just, uh, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m, umm, making some fresh coffee.".. .
. . Anne stuck the receiver back in its base and rolled out of bed, feeling like a fool. Ã¢â‚¬Â¦? Sharon thought wildly. Oh, God. Please, noÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
., thought Sharon. She opened her purse and stuffed her hand inside, trying desperately now to find the canister of mace. What is this? Who is this guy? Her fingers found and closed on a slim plastic cylinder. Yes! She thought. Thank you, God. Thank you..., Sharon thought. Now itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s windy too. ., Sharon decided. "Okay, okay. LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s go get something to eat. Chicken salad sound all right?" She realized. Now IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve no life for myself. The magical spell from a moment ago was suddenly broken.
Sharon mused. He used to carry his supplies around in a beat up old pickup. .. . I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t feel that old. ? Sharon wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t sure. . , she thought, and glanced at the clock on her desk. ... .

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